I love taking walks during my favorite time of day. I love the air, the sky, and just the overall feeling at dusk. This is a short poem to illustrate how I think of it.
The air has a different quality
when the sun begins to set.
It's a strange mix
of being both thicker and lighter
than before.
Like a fog settled over the earth,
and that feeling between waking and dreaming.
Except my eyes are wide open,
and I begin to see clearer
than before.
Maybe this feeling in the air
comes from those myths
where that hazy time of dusk
makes the veil between worlds thinner
than before.
And the denizens of both
can move fluidly, back and forth,
from our world to theirs,
creating more magic in both planes
than before.
Maybe that's why I feel more alert
in the hazy, dusky Inbetween,
than I do when the sun hangs
heavy in the daytime sky.
Maybe ideas flow more freely
in the thicker, lighter air
because magic is more obvious
when the barriers are taken down
in the dusky Inbetween.
