Dusk

Lightly, almost imperceptibly, dusk quiets and stills the day. The brightness and youth of morning vibrates with exciting expectations of unknown adventures waiting to be discovered, a reaching-out for the new, the yet-to-be understood, surpassing the mind’s compass, the boundaries and limits of comprehension and imposition. Time passes, a transmutation occurs, barely noticed. The heat of the mid-day sun exposes newly-discovered experiences and passions that subsume all days with the present, the now, nothing more, nothing less, in a momentary phase, narcissism, an island in the sun. In time, the sun loses its heat. We breathe air cooled with a stir of late afternoon breeze that tempers passions and desires and leads to a calmness of mind with faint birdsong, the music of rustling leaves and grasses, and a contentment born of experience, age, and wisdom and the beauty of the evening. In the end dusk slips over the day lightly, almost imperceptibly.