When the Streetlights Come On (Encore)

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Speaker 1 so be patient with the process

Speaker 1 our story tonight

Speaker 1 is called

Speaker 1 When the Street Lights Come On.

Speaker 1 And it's a story about a trip to the mailbox through the last lit moments of the day.

Speaker 1 It's also about bikes being wheeled into the garage for the night,

Speaker 1 things learned from the farmer's almanac,

Speaker 1 layers of paint peeling away under your hand,

Speaker 1 and a tender way to be shepherded home and sent to dreamland.

Speaker 1 Now,

Speaker 1 settle in.

Speaker 1 It's time.

Speaker 1 Turn things off.

Speaker 1 Set them down.

Speaker 1 You don't have to solve everything

Speaker 1 to know how you'll handle everything.

Speaker 1 To be able to have some space from it.

Speaker 1 It's okay if for right now

Speaker 1 you just let go.

Speaker 1 Body heavy and relaxed. Muscles softening.

Speaker 1 Face,

Speaker 1 jaw,

Speaker 1 eyes

Speaker 1 eased and ready for sleep.

Speaker 1 Take a deep breath in through your nose

Speaker 1 and let it out through your mouth.

Speaker 1 Once more, fill up

Speaker 1 and let it go.

Speaker 1 Good.

Speaker 1 When the street lights come on

Speaker 1 this far north,

Speaker 1 the sun doesn't set in the midsummer till after nine.

Speaker 1 It made for long days,

Speaker 1 and especially on the hottest,

Speaker 1 a nap in the afternoon was often required.

Speaker 1 Retreating to a quiet bedroom after lunch

Speaker 1 and pulling down the blinds till it was shady and dim,

Speaker 1 settling into cool sheets

Speaker 1 while the ceiling fan circled

Speaker 1 was one of my favorite parts of the day.

Speaker 1 Often,

Speaker 1 even if I didn't sleep,

Speaker 1 I might read for a while,

Speaker 1 doze while listening to some music,

Speaker 1 and just

Speaker 1 let my body rest

Speaker 1 out of the heat and brightness of the day for a while.

Speaker 1 We aren't meant, I don't think,

Speaker 1 to just go and go

Speaker 1 and go.

Speaker 1 As important to me

Speaker 1 as all the things I did with my days

Speaker 1 were all the things I didn't do.

Speaker 1 All the times I refrained,

Speaker 1 I rested,

Speaker 1 I regrouped,

Speaker 1 and on the days I took a break,

Speaker 1 I found myself

Speaker 1 better able to enjoy

Speaker 1 the end of the long days,

Speaker 1 to be back out in the yard,

Speaker 1 to tie up tomato plants,

Speaker 1 or to go for one last bike ride

Speaker 1 before the street lights came on.

Speaker 1 Tonight, after dinner,

Speaker 1 I remembered I had a letter to mail.

Speaker 1 And while it could certainly spend the night in the mailbox at the end of the drive,

Speaker 1 the red carrier flag

Speaker 1 flipped up to signal its presence

Speaker 1 for tomorrow's pickup.

Speaker 1 There was a collection box on a corner a few streets up

Speaker 1 and a walk sounded like the perfect way to button up the day.

Speaker 1 As I set out

Speaker 1 The sun was just above the horizon

Speaker 1 and I stretched out my arm and measured the distance

Speaker 1 between the bottom of the sun

Speaker 1 and the edge of the land

Speaker 1 just a smidge more than the width of one finger

Speaker 1 which meant a few minutes more than a quarter of an hour till it set

Speaker 1 I'd learned that trick from the farmer's almanac,

Speaker 1 along with some understanding of the different kinds of dusk.

Speaker 1 Did you know that there are different dusks

Speaker 1 and

Speaker 1 not even just dusk?

Speaker 1 There are three categories of dusk, twilight,

Speaker 1 and dawn,

Speaker 1 namely nautical,

Speaker 1 astronomical,

Speaker 1 and civil.

Speaker 1 I was a little surprised that the categories weren't something like

Speaker 1 poetic, nostalgic, and somnolent.

Speaker 1 But I guess

Speaker 1 not everyone thought about the sky like I did.

Speaker 1 The nautical designation

Speaker 1 had to do with when the sun reached a particular position,

Speaker 1 so many degrees below the horizon.

Speaker 1 The astronomical type was similar, though the degree measurements were different.

Speaker 1 during astronomical dusk,

Speaker 1 most celestial objects could be seen in a clear sky.

Speaker 1 Civil twilight, dusk, and dawn

Speaker 1 were the shortest version of these times of day

Speaker 1 and often influence things like,

Speaker 1 well,

Speaker 1 when the street lights came on.

Speaker 1 Looking up at the one closest to me,

Speaker 1 I saw that it hadn't happened yet.

Speaker 1 There were still kids out playing,

Speaker 1 though

Speaker 1 I think even they were winding down.

Speaker 1 The active games of the day

Speaker 1 were turning into quieter activities.

Speaker 1 I saw a few little ones drawing with sidewalk chalk

Speaker 1 or sitting on porch steps with books in their laps.

Speaker 1 I could smell spent barbecue grills cooling off

Speaker 1 from that mineral scent

Speaker 1 of sprinkler runoff on hot sidewalks.

Speaker 1 In my hand was the letter,

Speaker 1 a bit of monthly correspondence with an old friend.

Speaker 1 It had taken my last stamp,

Speaker 1 and for a few minutes I'd thought I'd been

Speaker 1 all out

Speaker 1 till I found a book with a single stamp left

Speaker 1 wedged into the corner of the drawer.

Speaker 1 It was a Halloween stamp,

Speaker 1 featuring a jack-o'-lantern,

Speaker 1 with a lit, toothy grin.

Speaker 1 And as I smoothed it into place,

Speaker 1 I'd smiled at it,

Speaker 1 thinking of my friend pulling this letter from the slot in her door.

Speaker 1 And wondering if I'd been trying to send her a spooky message or just run out of stamps.

Speaker 1 At the next corner was the collection box.

Speaker 1 And as I stepped up to it,

Speaker 1 I remembered being a child,

Speaker 1 wanting to be the one to pull the flap open,

Speaker 1 wanting to drop whatever piece of mail we had into it.

Speaker 1 Wanting to be the one to do all the things,

Speaker 1 to see how they worked.

Speaker 1 And if I'm honest,

Speaker 1 I still like it.

Speaker 1 Pushing down the lever on the toaster,

Speaker 1 sticking on a stamp,

Speaker 1 pushing the buttons that drop a candy bar through a vending machine.

Speaker 1 I hope that makes me more childlike than childish.

Speaker 1 But really, I don't care.

Speaker 1 I never went numb

Speaker 1 to the little tactile joys of living.

Speaker 1 And

Speaker 1 there may be some secret there.

Speaker 1 It delivers an extra spoonful of pleasure and interest to my days.

Speaker 1 The collection box was bright blue,

Speaker 1 and by the feel of the flap's handle

Speaker 1 had been repainted many times.

Speaker 1 Where it was chipped,

Speaker 1 layers were revealed.

Speaker 1 And in the low light, I could just make out the sun-faded color of the previous paint jobs.

Speaker 1 It creaked a bit as I tugged it open

Speaker 1 and dropped my letter in,

Speaker 1 then let it swing shut.

Speaker 1 When I turned back to the street and extended my arm to the horizon again,

Speaker 1 I could see the edge of the sun sinking into it.

Speaker 1 Dusk would turn to twilight,

Speaker 1 first civil,

Speaker 1 then nautical,

Speaker 1 then astronomical.

Speaker 1 On my way back home,

Speaker 1 the breeze picked up,

Speaker 1 and the touch of it on my shoulders and face was soft and cooling.

Speaker 1 An older gentleman with a little white dog on a leash passed me.

Speaker 1 He nodded kindly, and I smiled back.

Speaker 1 In a yard to one side,

Speaker 1 I spotted a rabbit,

Speaker 1 its ears laid relaxedly back on its shoulders,

Speaker 1 nibbling away at a patch of marigolds.

Speaker 1 Were marigolds the flowers that my grandmother dried at the end of the season?

Speaker 1 Whose flower heads could be broken open to release a dozen silvery black seeds,

Speaker 1 like tiny matchsticks or slivers.

Speaker 1 I thought they had

Speaker 1 a block from home.

Speaker 1 It happened.

Speaker 1 The street lights came on,

Speaker 1 not all at once,

Speaker 1 but one after another,

Speaker 1 a second delay

Speaker 1 in between each one,

Speaker 1 starting at the park

Speaker 1 and winding its way down the street to me.

Speaker 1 It felt like being called home,

Speaker 1 like being gently shepherded,

Speaker 1 and I liked it.

Speaker 1 Lights were coming on inside houses.

Speaker 1 Bikes wheeled into garages for the night

Speaker 1 And passing by my neighbor's house

Speaker 1 I heard him through the screen door say to his son

Speaker 1 Time to brush your teeth, buddy

Speaker 1 It made me smile

Speaker 1 and nearly put a hand on my my heart

Speaker 1 as I turned up my own driveway.

Speaker 1 Such a tender thing

Speaker 1 to be welcomed home,

Speaker 1 to be guided through the rituals of bed

Speaker 1 and to be lovingly tucked in.

Speaker 1 My turn next

Speaker 1 When the street lights come on

Speaker 1 this far north,

Speaker 1 the sun doesn't set

Speaker 1 in the midsummer till after nine

Speaker 1 It made for long days

Speaker 1 and especially on the hottest

Speaker 1 A nap in the afternoon was often

Speaker 1 Retreating to a quiet bedroom after lunch

Speaker 1 and pulling down the blinds till it was shady

Speaker 1 and dim,

Speaker 1 settling into cool sheets while the ceiling fan circled

Speaker 1 was one of my favorite parts of the day.

Speaker 1 Often,

Speaker 1 even if I didn't sleep,

Speaker 1 I might read for a while,

Speaker 1 doze while listening to music,

Speaker 1 and just let my body rest

Speaker 1 out

Speaker 1 of the heat

Speaker 1 and and the brightness of the day for a while.

Speaker 1 We aren't meant,

Speaker 1 I don't think,

Speaker 1 to just go and go

Speaker 1 and go.

Speaker 1 As important to me

Speaker 1 as all the things

Speaker 1 I did with my day

Speaker 1 were all the things I didn't do.

Speaker 1 All the times I refrained.

Speaker 1 I rested.

Speaker 1 I regrouped.

Speaker 1 And on the days I took a break,

Speaker 1 I found myself

Speaker 1 better able to enjoy the end of the long days,

Speaker 1 to be back out in the yard

Speaker 1 to tie up tomato plants

Speaker 1 or to go for one last bike ride

Speaker 1 before the street lights came on

Speaker 1 tonight

Speaker 1 after dinner

Speaker 1 I remembered I had a letter to mail.

Speaker 1 And while it could certainly spend the night in the mailbox at the end of the drive,

Speaker 1 the red carrier flag flipped up

Speaker 1 to signal its presence for tomorrow's pickup.

Speaker 1 There was a collection box on a corner

Speaker 1 a few streets up,

Speaker 1 and a walk sounded like the perfect way

Speaker 1 to button up the day.

Speaker 1 As I set out,

Speaker 1 the sun was just above the horizon,

Speaker 1 and I stretched out my arm

Speaker 1 and measured the distance

Speaker 1 between the bottom of the sun

Speaker 1 and the edge of the land

Speaker 1 just a smidge more than the width of one finger,

Speaker 1 which meant a few minutes more than a quarter of an hour till it set.

Speaker 1 I'd learned that trick

Speaker 1 from the farmer's almanac,

Speaker 1 along with some understanding

Speaker 1 of the different kinds of dusk.

Speaker 1 Did you know that there are different

Speaker 1 dusks

Speaker 1 and not even

Speaker 1 just dusk?

Speaker 1 There are three categories of dusk, twilight, and dawn,

Speaker 1 namely

Speaker 1 nautical,

Speaker 1 astronomical,

Speaker 1 and civil.

Speaker 1 I was a little surprised that the categories weren't something like

Speaker 1 poetic,

Speaker 1 nostalgic,

Speaker 1 and somnolent.

Speaker 1 But I guess

Speaker 1 not everyone thought about the sky like I did.

Speaker 1 The nautical designation

Speaker 1 had to do with when the sun reached a particular position

Speaker 1 so many degrees below the horizon.

Speaker 1 The astronomical type was similar,

Speaker 1 though the degree measurements were different.

Speaker 1 During astronomical dusk,

Speaker 1 most celestial objects could be seen in a clear sky,

Speaker 1 civil twilight, dusk, and dawn

Speaker 1 were the shortest versions of these times of day

Speaker 1 and often influenced things

Speaker 1 like,

Speaker 1 well,

Speaker 1 when the street lights came on.

Speaker 1 Looking up at the one closest to me,

Speaker 1 I saw that it hadn't happened yet.

Speaker 1 There were still kids out playing.

Speaker 1 Though I think

Speaker 1 even they were winding down.

Speaker 1 The active games of the day

Speaker 1 were turning into quieter activities.

Speaker 1 I saw a few little ones drawing with sidewalk chalk

Speaker 1 or sitting on porch steps

Speaker 1 with books in their laps.

Speaker 1 I could smell

Speaker 1 spent barbecue grills cooling off

Speaker 1 and that mineral scent of sprinkler runoff

Speaker 1 on hot sidewalks.

Speaker 1 In my hand was the letter,

Speaker 1 a bit of monthly correspondence with an old friend.

Speaker 1 It had taken my last stamp

Speaker 1 and for a few minutes I'd thought

Speaker 1 I'd been all out

Speaker 1 till I found a book

Speaker 1 with a single stamp left

Speaker 1 wedged into the corner of the drawer.

Speaker 1 It was a Halloween stamp

Speaker 1 featuring a jack-o'-lantern

Speaker 1 with a lit,

Speaker 1 toothy grin.

Speaker 1 And as I smoothed it into place,

Speaker 1 I'd smiled at it,

Speaker 1 thinking of my friend pulling this letter from the slot in her door,

Speaker 1 and wondering if I'd been trying to send her a spooky message,

Speaker 1 or just

Speaker 1 run out of stamps.

Speaker 1 At the next corner

Speaker 1 was the collection box.

Speaker 1 And as I stepped up to it,

Speaker 1 I remembered

Speaker 1 being a child,

Speaker 1 wanting to be the one

Speaker 1 to pull the flap open,

Speaker 1 wanting to drop

Speaker 1 whatever piece of mail we had

Speaker 1 into it.

Speaker 1 Wanting to be the one to do

Speaker 1 all the things

Speaker 1 to see how they worked.

Speaker 1 If I was honest,

Speaker 1 I still liked it,

Speaker 1 pressing down the lever on the toaster,

Speaker 1 sticking on a stamp,

Speaker 1 pushing the buttons

Speaker 1 that drop a candy bar through a vending machine.

Speaker 1 I hoped that made me more childlike

Speaker 1 than childish,

Speaker 1 but really

Speaker 1 I didn't care. care.

Speaker 1 I never went numb

Speaker 1 to the little tactile joys of living

Speaker 1 and thought that there was some secret there.

Speaker 1 It delivered an extra spoonful of pleasure

Speaker 1 and interest to my days.

Speaker 1 The collection box was bright blue,

Speaker 1 and by the feel of the flap's handle

Speaker 1 had been repainted

Speaker 1 many times.

Speaker 1 Where it was chipped,

Speaker 1 layers were revealed,

Speaker 1 and in the low light I could just

Speaker 1 make out

Speaker 1 the sun-faded color

Speaker 1 of the previous paint jobs.

Speaker 1 It creaked a bit

Speaker 1 as I tugged it open

Speaker 1 and I dropped my letter in

Speaker 1 and let it swing shut.

Speaker 1 When I turned back to the street

Speaker 1 and extended my arm to the horizon again,

Speaker 1 I could see the edge of the sun

Speaker 1 sinking into it.

Speaker 1 Dusk would turn to twilight,

Speaker 1 first civil,

Speaker 1 then nautical,

Speaker 1 then astronomical.

Speaker 1 On my way back home,

Speaker 1 the breeze picked up,

Speaker 1 and the touch of it on my face

Speaker 1 and shoulders

Speaker 1 was soft and cooling.

Speaker 1 An older gentleman,

Speaker 1 with a little white dog on a leash, passed me.

Speaker 1 He nodded kindly,

Speaker 1 and I smiled back.

Speaker 1 In a yard to one side,

Speaker 1 I spotted a rabbit,

Speaker 1 its ears laid relaxedly back on its shoulders,

Speaker 1 nibbling away

Speaker 1 at a patch of marigolds.

Speaker 1 Were marigolds the flowers

Speaker 1 that my grandmother dried

Speaker 1 at the end of the season,

Speaker 1 whose flower heads could be broken open

Speaker 1 to release a dozen

Speaker 1 silvery black seeds

Speaker 1 like tiny matchsticks

Speaker 1 or slivers

Speaker 1 I thought they had

Speaker 1 a block from home

Speaker 1 it happened

Speaker 1 the street lights came on

Speaker 1 not all at once

Speaker 1 but one after another.

Speaker 1 A second delay

Speaker 1 in between each one

Speaker 1 starting at the park

Speaker 1 and winding its way down the street to me.

Speaker 1 It felt like being

Speaker 1 called home,

Speaker 1 like being gently shepherded,

Speaker 1 and I liked it.

Speaker 1 Lights were coming on inside houses.

Speaker 1 Bikes wheeled into garages for the night.

Speaker 1 And passing by my neighbor's house,

Speaker 1 I heard him him through the screen door

Speaker 1 say to his son,

Speaker 1 Time to brush your teeth, buddy.

Speaker 1 It made me smile

Speaker 1 and nearly put a hand on my heart

Speaker 1 as I turned up my own driveway.

Speaker 1 Such a tender thing

Speaker 1 to be welcomed home,

Speaker 1 to be guided through the rituals of bed,

Speaker 1 and to be lovingly tucked in.

Speaker 1 Your turn next.

Speaker 1 Sweet dreams.