The end of day, the end of life. Embers smoldering dying glow. Memories prying space and time. All the old ones purposefully no longer recalled. Too much pain and failure stored. Too much missed opportunity and yet not enough tears to go around to satisfy all. Another hope soon to fall and more of that ancient edifice of rusty thought creaking dangerously ready to fail. Still the day enjoyed just previous making attempts to hang on. Lightning the sky now dimly, lightening the moon as brightly as a pearl set within a failing blue. The nothingness of light’s absence descending leaving only that firefly glow of mankind at its best. Something reminding all that the celestial Sun is still needed. Peach and pear and rosy hued fading glow. As if the light of the world resists this departure. The handover of those ancient keys to the city gates now nearly complete, as the ghostly phantoms of former lamplighters and night watches once again take their posts. Lanterns of warm yellow light dancing and swinging slowly, to and fro, in small arcs like the backsides of nervous fireflies. The wide horizon subtended by persistent static dots slicing the grid in restless headlamps traveling up and down and back and forth in rectilinear patterns. How long will one hang on before sleep an the evening make all memories fade? The old faithful familiar warming glow of the family lamp resting beside one’s shoulder illuminating the keys of this light piano that plays out these symbols forming the impressions supporting these words. A momentary stain of itself in holding cold promise in a lesser illumination of its own.