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I have a favorite time of day. I used to call it dusk or twilight, I'm actually not sure which it is.
It's the time when you turn the headlights on, but once you start driving, you're not sure that you needed them after all.
You can see the firefly's lighting up alongside the woods and marshes, but there's still enough light to see their little black bodies too.
That time of day has always reminded me of waking from an intense dream, that space in time...when you vaguely see the glass of the fishbowl you live in...and then it's gone and you forget. You forget the dream and the bowl.
That's how dusk is...everything looks surreal, and it feels like if you flapped hard enough, you might actually be able to fly.
I remember playing "Ghost in the Graveyard" at dusk with the neighborhood kids.
The light of dusk always made it hard for me to see; like a fading flashlight, it works, but makes the job even more difficult because the light strays and filters out after a few feet. I would search and search, and wish that I could stretch that moment, make it dusk forever. At dark I had to go home.
I kissed Dan at dusk under the apple trees next to the County Fair. I could feel him get excited, and it was ok because the light was fading and no one could tell my hand was under the blanket. It was my first kiss with tongue, and I was not afraid.
I said yes to Patrick in the fading light of an autumn day, candles flickering against forming shadows all around us.
Meh, I was bored...wrote too much and now I need to go....
It's the time when you turn the headlights on, but once you start driving, you're not sure that you needed them after all.
You can see the firefly's lighting up alongside the woods and marshes, but there's still enough light to see their little black bodies too.
That time of day has always reminded me of waking from an intense dream, that space in time...when you vaguely see the glass of the fishbowl you live in...and then it's gone and you forget. You forget the dream and the bowl.
That's how dusk is...everything looks surreal, and it feels like if you flapped hard enough, you might actually be able to fly.
I remember playing "Ghost in the Graveyard" at dusk with the neighborhood kids.
The light of dusk always made it hard for me to see; like a fading flashlight, it works, but makes the job even more difficult because the light strays and filters out after a few feet. I would search and search, and wish that I could stretch that moment, make it dusk forever. At dark I had to go home.
I kissed Dan at dusk under the apple trees next to the County Fair. I could feel him get excited, and it was ok because the light was fading and no one could tell my hand was under the blanket. It was my first kiss with tongue, and I was not afraid.
I said yes to Patrick in the fading light of an autumn day, candles flickering against forming shadows all around us.
Meh, I was bored...wrote too much and now I need to go....