Earlier this evening - if this still is evening, we've waited so bloody long - I, Lily Bloom, picked my way down Old Compton Street.
And suddenly it is evening.
It is evening; we are going out with my parents.
It is evening, and few remain in the courtyard of his home.
The conflagration begins within the hour, as a spectacular meteor shower best seen from Asia, where it is evening.
Midafternoon evaporated like steam from an espresso machine, and now it is evening, nearly time for that campaign event.
Although it is evening, it's still 105 degrees, and there is little more than a crescent moon to illuminate the night.
Then there is Evening Kiev, a sort of Ferrero Rocher for the east, though frankly most ambassadors in Kiev haven't had much time of late for spoiling guests.
It is evening, and outside one can just about discern the silhouettes of the mountains that lead to the Turkish and Iraqi borders.
Beginning tomorrow, the attraction is "Evening Stars," a 16-day free festival of music, dance and theater presented by the Lower Manhattan Cultural Council on the World Trade Center Plaza.
The more memorable is "Evening Wind" (1921), depicting a nude woman, braced on her hands and knees in a bed with the covers thrown back, next to a window.
