The estimated time of sunset in Toronto tonight, according to The Weather Network, was 19.46 hours, so at 19.30 or (or 7.30,) Molson and I left the house in a hurry, as soon as the dinner dishes were in the dishwasher, like teenagers up against a curfew.
The evening sky was a mottled gray, and the pavement wet; suitably sober for the last walk of summer before Back to School.
We retraced our steps of yesterday afternoon, when we had passed that way, bound for the park, with ten more little feet running beside and ahead of us.
As we got within sight of the main highway, 6 year old *William had called out, "Can I push the button?" (for the walking signal to cross the road.)
"Of course," I said.
"I get to push it on the way back," said 9 year old Andrew, staking his claim.