I was blinded by the setting sun forcing its way through my windshield as I drove home. The days were getting noticeably shorter and the sun had started obscuring my view, which meant that in a few weeks it would be dark as I made my way home from work. Summer had flown by like a teenager borrowing his dad’s sports car. It was a blur of work and travel and exhaustion. I wasn’t ready for it to be getting dark so soon.
I turned onto my street and was struck by the thought that I had missed something. In summers past, WonderWife™ and the Bean would often spend evenings on the front lawn. The Bean would scream with delight when he realized it was my car that was driving his way. He would barely be able to contain himself as I quickly gathered my stuff and exited the car. Sometimes the neighbor’s kids would show up to play ball. Sometimes Sprout would make an appearance, if she had taken an especially long nap that day. We would run around, screaming and playing, as the warm summer days faded into night. These were magical moments that I cherished.
But none of that happened this summer. Work and traffic and early bed times kept these evening sessions from occurring. Summer was over and darkness would invade earlier and earlier. It wouldn’t be light again until next year. Next year, when I hoped that I’d be able to come home from work early and play with my kids on the lawn.