EDT80s

Fast fading light harbinger of end to outdoor play, reaffirmed by goosebumps prickling across exposed legs. Time so brief, and cruelly constrained to hard surfaces, as lazy sun again fails to revive lawn. And lastly, mothers call for bathtime leaves no doubt, nightfall routine has begun.  

Suds and bubbles envelope, immediate warmth searing against icy skin. Familiar hands vigorously lather hair, whilst toys in various disrepair become totems of imagination. Offering brief respite from stinging eyes as much unloved jug coldly serves its function. Soft towel endearingly embraces and all is forgiven. 

Gown tied, slippers adorned and race for heater consumes. Then transition to cool bean bag; waxing and waning to achieve maximum snugness. Next stop the cosmos; travelling companion an eccentric Galifreyan in a phone box. 

Call for dinner heralds hopes of warming basics, now clinically denoted as comfort foods to be avoided. Then...favourite staples demolished with reckless abandon. And dessert? Of course; either pulled apart warm from oven or made magic from freezer. 

On favoured nights, astrological theme continues...into 25th century and beyond. Traditional grizzle when final bell called before story time elevates mind to all places we will go; carried over into dreams as final tuck-in brings true night.