Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Twilight at Lincoln Park
The sun sets late at this time of year here in the northern hemisphere. During winter, I often miss twilight because I'm still working when Brother Sun sets. In winter, I only notice because I have to turn on the lights.
But in late spring at the conclusion of a long walk, (for instance) I can dance in shamanic alignment with the twilight. It is so beautiful. Wow. I was thinking last night that twilight is luxurious, like satin or velvet. Once the sun dips beneath the horizon, all the colors deepen. The sky deepens, the trees, too. The world becomes saturated by deep cobalt while the birds sing their lullabye songs. After those few minutes of luxury, the streetlights switch on and then it becomes absolutely dark. Night is magic, but not nearly so entrancing as dusk.
One of the reasons I would love to visit the far north (or far south) some day is to experience the lengthy twilights and dawns of those landscapes. One of my teachers used to refer to dawn and dusk as "cracks between the worlds" during which anything could happen. It really feels that way to me when I'm out and about at twilight. At least it did last night. What a beautiful evening it was! Oh yeah.
Woman with a dog in her backpack, riding her bike on the sidewalk, at twilight. I know it's blurry, but I kind of like it. It's painterly.