Twilight

After Midnight and before Dawn is a most delicious time: the rowdy have all left the machismo behind and have since arrived at a suited destination; families are all tucked away and safely in trance; the town has shut down; the lights have been turned off. It’s too early for Street Cleaners and Garbage Collectors; too late for walks or talks. It is the in-between time.

‘Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn…’*, and fairies abound.

This is the quiet time of night when nothing stirs. This is the time for Courtship, however brief. This is all the time they have for tenderness. And though they are star crossed never destined to be together, God has given them their privacy.

In these wee hours, while she still sleeps, he dances through wind-scuttled clouds in anticipation of her arrival, and without a breath he lays in wait. And as she dreams her dream of him, she feels his lips, and savors the thought of the kiss that waits for her, and nothing more.

Their eternity of fleeting moments exist in the twilight of each day when he gently brushes against her as he is leaving. She watches him in her awakening, until he fades away, only to begin the wait anew for tomorrow.

*[Act III, sc. ii]
Hamlet soliloquy
Shakespeare