It’s beyond words expressing its beauty … “Twilight: “the soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun’s rays from the atmosphere … “What beauty is, I know not, though it adheres to many things.” … And so it does Albrecht, so it does!
75 minutes before sunrise, I start out in darkness, and slide into Twilight.
90 consecutive days, same loop, 5 miles, Cove Island Park and back.
I had to Google it, because I didn’t know what it was called, the in-between time between night and sunrise.
Twilight: “the soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun’s rays from the atmosphere.”
I have no clue what all that means — and no interest in learning more.
I’m deep into Kate Zambreno’s new book: Drifts: A Novel. My kind of book. She describes it as “Prose, little things, I stammer out.” (I wish I could stammer, spit and cough out anything close to this.)
Her words: “A shock of color out of nowhere.” And that’s exactly what it was. Look at it. The photo above…
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