End of days

The kitchen, dining room, and study lights are off.  A low light in the living room casts shadows down the entryway.  The guest room doors are shut, but it is dark behind them.  Night set in three hours ago on the outside of the front door.  The day has wound down along with all its activities.  Tomorrow begins early; the work day starts at 8:00.  Sleep will last the customary 6 hours.  The day has been as productive as it needed to be and was restful enough for rejuvenating from the day before it.  Another day has ended.

But it is the time of day for smiles to linger because of some the beautiful moments during the day, for time alone to enjoy mental pictures of really important and pleasurable times that need to be seen again, and for a moment to look into the mirror of review for the day so that the next one can be at least as good as the last one.  Then oblivion comes.