Growing up in the Middle East, I remember the rapid transition between day and night. So much closer to the equator, the sky was stripped of colour in less than an hour. Now, settled further north on a westerly shore, I delight in the time that stretches out as the world goes to sleep.
Walking on the beach after sunset is a particular joy. Beyond the glare of street lights, civil twilight reflects the colours of the sunset across the sea as darkness creeps overhead. As nautical twilight approaches, the western horizon blurs. By astronomical twilight, all the stars have emerged. The night air cools. Magic begins.
As the evenings draw in, don’t let sunset define the rhythms of your walking. Twilight is spacious and welcoming. Venture out in the fading light, and remember the colours of the day.
Three kinds of twilight... how utterly magical!
I always appreciate how you manage to convey something of real worth in your short posts. A poetic gift of brevity 🙏🏼
That photo 😍