We somehow assume that the day has ended, in truth though this is just the beginning, this is the time of the stars and the moon.
The dusk is the moment of transition, those blue steel hours after the fiery departure and the time of mixing as shadow and light merge.
Right now, night and day coexist for a short while as the shadows gradually creep out from under the rocks and behind the trees.
This magnificent alchemy is lost to the static glare of television and screen in this our dewilded age.
Yet in truth this is exactly the moment when we are truly and fully alive as that primal thrill courses through our tired veins and the night stalkers slowly emerge from their day lairs.
We at last become animal and our senses reach out into the velvety darkness, feeling for the ancient presence of the great predators that live on the edge of our atrophied and civilized wildness.
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Photo: Late dusk at Saladaviciosa. Courtesy of the author.