I have always found twilight to be a magical time for want of a better word. There is something about the quality of light where blue, purple and grey are diluted still by the sun's oblique rays that along with hushed wind and the chorus of cicadas that is mesmerizing. It is as if for a few minutes time is stilled or slowed and anything might happen. Perhaps it is an illusion that each second is so full that it lasts for a minute of seconds. Perhaps like a straw in water light is bending time.
Twilight's magic holds in all seasons. Even the snow-wrapped winter takes on new hope in the rays of twilight.
If we had twilight all day or all night would we come to long for the sun's bright medallion or the bright greyness of a sky pregnant with rain? We always seem to want exactly what we don't have or what we rarely have. When we are young we often wish to be older so that we can have more freedom, more adventures. When we are in exams in university or college we want to be done. When we get a job we want to be successful and make more money and/or earn more praise. Vacations are greeted with euphoria and a return to work with reluctance. When we expect a baby we cannot wait for the birth. When they are born we long for a night's sleep. We cannot wait for the first smile, the first step and the first word. Then we cannot wait for the end of diapers. After working for years we look forward to retiring unless we have been blessed with work that fills us up more than it depletes us. And so it goes until we no longer want to get older or for anyone else to grow up, but we long to slow time down as time seems to have sped up. We look backward more and more with longing for those we have lost and for the shine on life's coin that has dimmed for many. However, in moments of twilight all is balanced ;hope entwines with nostalgia and memories and there are no limits in dreaming. Time stretches out even in its brevity. That is its real magic.