Twilight at mid-summer pulls me outside to catch a glimpse of the Divine.
The setting sun does not fade without a fight.
The colors of rainbow sherbet splash across the low clouds as dusk creeps in below them.
The contrast of the hot pink surrounded by bright orange and the periwinkle fading into shadows makes me hold my breath for a moment.
Until the moment when evening wins the arm-wrestle with daylight.
Night darkens the edges of the day.
Colors begin to fade into the limited chromatic scheme of navy blue and white.
I watch as the moon hangs low in the sky - just waiting it's turn to ride across the horizon.
While some people prefer mornings with the rising sun, I'm never awake or in the mood for such a thing.
I'm a night owl. I prefer the beauty of the dark.
The mystery of it all.
