remnant of arizona twilight

At the end of the summer, I was just running along with an ever lasting straight avenue next to Phoenix airport, listening to the local radio news with grabbing my well-used portable radio. It was, of course, in the evening, 'cause running under the daylight in here was not an option, doing so, maybe, would easily make any runners extremely thirsty within minutes. Even in the evening, the breeze was not nice, but so warm that I felt breaking a sweat soon after coming from the hotel I checked in near here, and slowly starting jogging. 

The remnant of the Arizona twilight was getting mixed of light orange and dark water-blue just like colors in the not-so-deep sea. At the airport, small lights from several airplanes looked like stars at dusk. The straight road I kept following was not the never-ending straight, so, I finally found a slow curve to turn to the right. At the corner, there was a gas station, where a man in middle age with a worn-out baseball cap tried to fill the tank of his pickup truck with gas, and next to it, the franchise restaurant, Ruby-Tuesday, was there with a vividly red signboard on its front. A couple of families of four were waiting for their tables around the parking, and several kids from different families seemed to invent new game to play there. While running, I listened to the radio and noises kids made for passing the time. 

Here was in the middle of summer night heat, Phoenix, Arizona