My favorite time of day -- as the shadows begin to deepen and the lights to stand out, the world enters an all-too-brief inbetween period when the day that is passing and the night that is foreshadowed are intermingled, and the deep gold of the setting sun and the violet of the darkening sky imbue even the most ordinary sights with a mysterious, nostalgic aspect that hints at a world unseen.
Makes me feel like jumping for joy, and yet at the same time I feel myself on the verge of shedding tears of longing for something I cannot remember.
Edit: Hmm, 'tears of longing' sounds familiar...
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