Evening’s End, or Friends Leaving
They embraced as old friends do in the thresholds of one another’s homes, a porch light burning to make the way to the driveway. The hour was earlier than like nights in earlier years, but children shorten evenings out and lengthen nights at home. The storm door bounced on its spring and latched behind him as he made his way through the brisk dark, smiling at their happiness and hope and hoped for their happiness to last. As the porch light turned off, he looked back, took a deep breath of brisk night, and sighed before closing his car door.