I’m sitting here writing, every so often stopping to watch the glowing red/gold/purple sky. It’s my favourite time of day. There is a calmness, a warmth, a drawing in that happens in the transition from day to night, as though the rhythms of the world are slowing, taking me with them.
There are fears, sometimes, to be found in the dark of night, though candles and fairy lights can keep them at bay. But here, in the gleam and shadow of sunset, lies magic and melancholy, bittersweet.
Do you have a favourite time of day?