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  • It was some time between 4:00 and 5:00 AM. I had awoken and stumbled from my bed to get...something; but as I stepped out of my bedroom, I was transported into this other world. It was familiar, but very strange and different.

    All the lights were out, but it wasn't pitch blackness. It was that darkness that is just light enough so that you can still see things; called twilight. All my windows were open, but the sounds coming in were quieter,almost joyous, mostly crickets and frogs; my wind chime just barely tinkling with a slight movement of air, but the sounds were celebrating their time to be heard.

    I slowly walked into each room, scanning them slowly, as they existed with an ethereal quality. I knew where everything was, but it was like I was an outsider here; just a visitor. I did not exist in this type of space; I was of the daylight.

    It was very serene and I felt safe; why, I don't know...I haven't taken the time to work that out yet. I must say that I have never purposed to be awake during twilight. It is a destination that I believe most do not purpose to go.

    I stepped near a window and scanned the surrounding area. I saw animals that I would never see in daylight; well, not with the same demeanor. They were relaxed and casual. There was no running or scampering away. I could feel that they felt safe too. They were very much at home in twilight.

    I looked up to see the beautiful moon; it is the maker of twilight, of moon shadows. I tried to capture the twilight, but, it is difficult for an outsider to do. And's gone.
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