Twilight is an understated thing.
Cool, air, warm light.
The gradual dissipation of day eclipsed by softness.
I often find myself returning the the Japanese concept,
‘mono no aware’, translated literally as the pathos of things.
Sensitivity to the transience of love.
What is ephemeral is often most beautiful.
I suppose the great irony of that is how twilight,
being so brief,
really shines as a constant.
Seldom is anything so predictable.
And on most days,
I am bursting at the seams with all my half remembered dreams.
If we are going to talk about the way we feel,
mine as well just undress it entirely.