Enjoying Twilight

 

I sat outside last night and watched the skies as dusk fell.  As the pale blue sky gradually turned grey, the clouds were lit up with a delicate shade of blush pink – a perfect way to kiss the old day goodbye.

As the light lowered still more, the clouds faded back into a grey oblivion and the odd bright star could be picked out. 

The solar lights around the garden all came on, one at a time.  I especially love the coloured ones, and a favourite one of mine is the light that changes colours.

The fairy lights hung up around the carport are also solar powered and they flicked on as well, creating a soft colourful glow.

Here in the city, there is always light pollution, but I remember once sitting on the beach, with absolutely no electrical lighting around, and watching as dusk fell.  The results were truly magical and it was amazing how well the eyes adapted to the fading light. 

Son went for an evening walk down through our gully and came home to say there were so many cicadas singing in the trees that they made his ears hurt!

It is still too hot at nights to sleep properly, so the fan remains on for most of the time.  If I dare open the windows (I won’t sleep with them open) I get inundated with moths and beetles.

They aren’t too bad, I suppose, but I always feel sad when one gets fried to a crisp in the bedside light (it smells awful too).

I miss the fly screens we had on all our windows when we lived in the caravan.

Be happy 😊

Margaret.