the day is slowly fading away into these big dark puddles of shadow that belong to the night. the trees are always thirsty this time of day. the insects are abuzz and the weeds are mostly pulled and strewn across the walk. the last thing to clean up just in case he should show up and see that i do some things around here like pull the weeds.the hose is wrapped and hanging   off the hook it calls home, dripping water on the ground. the neighbor's windows are bright boxes of light-lit up like christmas. i trudge inside knowing that sleep is waiting on my bed. almost time for dinner then the dishes before i head that way