All you vampire fans, move along. The poets at One Single Impression are claiming the word as their own this week. Don't forget to see how other non-bloodsuckers envision twilight.
As for me, I can only offer this:
of what is and what is not.
Shadows gain control.
It's a beautiful time of the day. Or do I mean it's a beautiful time of the night? No matter, there is beauty all around as the gradual darkening sky seemingly thuds into night all at once. I took this photo last summer at Uncle Ken's and Aunt Margaret's gorgeous place in Wales. Looking at the photo whisks me back there, to a time when Ken could still be found, before his twilight came.