My favorite time of day isn’t really when the sun is shining. Driving home the other night I tried to capture the light in my mind- pin it down to describe it. It’s that time of day when it’s light enough to see the shape of clouds in the sky, but dark enough that streetlights start to flicker on. Dusk. Twilight. The time when, looking at the horizon, you see the fading color of the sun: the color of old bruised skin yellow. Straight up above, the darkened sky of almost black. A dark so dark that strong, bright stars twinkle bravely. Firstcomers to the party. It’s like seeing night and day at the same time and time itself is caught in limbo between. There is a magic to that space-between light. I see things with clarity in that light. I am happy to be alive in that light. I can’t explain it anymore than that.
~*LunaSea*~ 