Analog Gloaming
The weather was nice so we sat out on the porch after dinner.
I started a book-an actual book and an old one at that. It has that old book smell. The pages are so dry that dog-earing a page will snap the corner off entirely.
I read until the light faded and then we watched the mid-June fireflies do their thing as the bats veered crazily through the yard.
Birdsong dwindles though the owls have yet to stir.