End of Summer

I'm sitting on the porch watching the kids spin around in circles in the neighbors' yard. It's dusk on a summer evening, the cicadas are humming, an occasional lightning bug flashes, the kids are laughing and squealing, the dog is snoozing. The glow of the computer screen is my only light source as the sun sets slowly, easing down, easing me out of summer, which I never want to end.