This is the crepuscular when time looses its hold upon the ecology.
This mixing of day and night is timeless and is infused with a deep stillness.
One by one the birds enter into a profound and seemingly reverential silence.
The breezes hushes as the airs turn light and then vanish like a fickle djinn.
It is a meditative pause and one long praised by our indigenous ancestors.
It is always good to sit with this empty moment as the giant rocks begin to shapeshift under nights lustrous mantle of darkness.
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Photo: The Cruz from Saladaviciosa. Courtesy of the author.