A LIMIT TO THE DARK
I’ve always loved the dark. Especially dusk feels like home to me. The rush of the daytime slowly melts away before my eyes, and everything fades to a whisper. People get home, connect or disconnect, and they finally let go of the day. There’s an artlessness to them right then and there. You can even catch them looking wide-eyed at the world, full of wonder, like children. They look at me and don’t look away. They don’t have anywhere else to be, just like me.
I often walk around in that grey area between night and day when the streetlights are just starting to come on. I watch the night deepen and turn blacker, bolder, less velvety. It’s such an elusive time of day and I love letting it slip through my fingers. It is finite and it is beautiful.