Day 10
dusk
This evening, dusk was gorgeous. It snowed today, but the spring storms blow in and out quickly. This evening the clouds shifted and the last light fell in patches on the mountains around my place. While the sky was mostly dark gray with cloud cover, these patches of late sunlight gave the landscape a strange, beautiful glow.
I’ve always loved the time between times of dawn and dusk, but the latter in particular. While I’m not always feeling very synced up with dawn, I am always feeling ready to wind down when the sun sets. At least this time of year, it happens late enough that I actually can relax with the sun.
This whole pandemic is a kind of dusk, at least where I am. It feels like we are moving through something in half-light. Dusk can be unsettling, ominous even, but the last light today is only the last light of this day, there is always another. It helps to notice. Notice the light, the transition, the time between times. Notice the shift and breathe into it—and it’s okay to rest. Lean into the night, it never fails to deliver a new day.
