I was walking down the street yesterday, on my v important faxing errand (see yesterday post if you're deeply mystified and intrigued) and passed this older gentleman, white hair, white stubble and glasses, who, upon seeing me, broke into a wide, beaming smile, waved his hand in the air and said, in the tones of one passing on the gladdest tidings to a dear friend, "Evening is coming, evening is coming," and broke into a spontaneous, excited laugh, a laugh of complicity.
I, mid-stride, turned my head toward him, instinctively smiling, but puzzled, and said something like, "Oh. Yes, it is."
I mean, he had a point.
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