Dusk is day’s most beautiful time. If I can manage to bike home in the aftermath of the setting sun, I’m a happy woman, a calmer woman.
For comparison, here’s a look at my wintry dusk commute on the Lakefront Trail from a few months ago. Of course, during winter the dusk arrives a few hours earlier! The photos above were taken around 8:30 p.m., while the winter ones must have been closer to 4:30 p.m.
For a melancholy take on dusk, I leave you with Carl Sandburg’s “Dreams in the Dusk.”
Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day’s close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.
Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day’s loss
Wrote in tears the heart’s loss.
Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.