I love twilight – always have. I love it for all the usual reasons – the painted crimson sky; the music of conversation among birds. But I also love it for another reason.
Twilight stands for anything anybody wants it to be. It could be the much-awaited respite from a scorching, unrelenting glare; holding the promise of a fresh outlook and rest. It could be the harbinger of light bidding to lift the blanket of darkness; holding the promise of a job well done.
This exactly is the best part of Twilight; it marks a transition, a change. It is that critical moment where the certainty of outcome is withheld that much longer to extend out the pleasure of hope.