When is “dusk”?

As the sun begins its descent, painting the sky in hues of purple, pink and orange, a calmer energy washes over us. We set up our yard for one of our cherished family fires, with all the snacks. A cornucopia of summer flavors. My wife’s culinary flair ensures that even the most straightforward basics become a gourmet feast.

Then comes my favorite part—those stolen moments with my wife as the boys play nearby. It’s in these quiet instances that love speaks the loudest. Our hands entwined, we reminisce about the day, share dreams of the future, and soak in the tranquility of the evening. These moments of connection, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, feel like eternal summer.