There is something magical to me about the winter twilight, when that deep indigo blue seems to pierce into the very fiber of my being. I am loathe for it to give way to the light today. That thin line that separates the night and day all to soon surrenders to the relentless tides of time. Today I just want to sit in that place, be there for awhile, in between the boundaries of what is, in between the boundaries of light and darkness. I have been dreaming, images that replay over and over, and I wake disoriented with nothing but a feeling of sadness and longing coursing through the very blood beneath my skin. The day brings with it all the haunts of life, the joys and disappointments. This morning though I stood with awe as I stared into the cool deep twilight and wanted the moment to go on forever.