Sunset

I love it when the light begins to intensify as the sun goes down. Colors deepen, distances seem to compress. Then, when it is truly dusky, I can have a rush of feeling very melancholy. There is some pause, some loss in the air. I think there's some English or Scottish word for this. The gloaming?

But tonight as I was bringing in wood for the stove, the sky lit up and my melancholy disappeared in the blaze. To celebrate, I sat down and wrote for four hours.