The sun was sunk, and after him the star Of Hesperus, whose office is to bring Twilight upon the earth, short arbiter ’twixt day and night, and now from end to end Night’s hemisphere had veil’d the horizon round Milton, ‘Paradise Lost’, Book IX
IT is getting dimpsy. The sun is disappearing down below the horizon, the visible world shrinking, quietening, settling. Through the bare trees of the wood seeps a slow tide of silt. The valley fills softly with grey sand, an egg-timer inverted. A world slowly, beautifully drowning into darkness.
Twilight: the hour of monotone between day and night, between the known and the unknown. Twilight: when everything solid melts into insubstantiality, when the walk along the lane is to tread on air in a vaporous, floating world. Twilight, half-light. Simultaneously exit and entrance. A Venn diagram overlap of the diurnal
