That in between moment when day meets the night and the sun bows to the moon. The landscape dims and the sky begins to glow. The land holds onto the last bit of warm tonal hues the parting sun offers yet fades like a dying ember. Spared only by the brief burst of fiery splendor bequeathed to the heavens.
It is always at this moment that causes me to pause and ponder.
I remind myself how fortunate I am to stand here and be a part of this magic.
When the sun bows to the moon
and this enchantment befalls me.