Evening

"Every evening I turn my worries over to God. He's going to be up all night anyway."
-Mary C. Crowley

They sit on the couch. Darkness is falling outside. The pattering of keyboards fills the air for a short minute. Two pairs of eyes stare at computer screens. Absorbing. A set of hands bustle around the kitchen. The first strains of music start. Envelop them. A mouth opens, following the flowing lyrics. They sing to their hearts content. Darkness continues to fall. One wonders. Ponders. Hopes. Maybe...