"The dying of the light"

Twilight, Labor Day, Jamison Square Park.

From "A Child's Garden of Verses"

In winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle-light.

In summer quite the other way,

I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree,

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,

When all the sky is clear and blue,

And I should like so much to play,

To have to go to bed by day?

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

Some things have changed since Stevenson wrote these lines.
We no longer spell candlelight with a hyphen.
And children are out playing as the twilight deepens.
Today I noticed how much earlier the sun is setting.

Tomorrow, Labor Day is over and labors resume.

CANDLELIGHT: DDW Sept 2 challenge by Anniemay

SOOC, cropped.