The in-between of days, twilight is my favorite part of any day. Light hits the air like fuzzy shimmers. My body sighs with a light fatigue and anticipates an evening with a book or a cat curled on my legs. On a good day, mind recognizes what has been done – breathing through another set of hours, blood pumping through the minutes. There’s promise in the evening, a new day not yet here, an old one not yet gone. The gloaming (as remembered by The Story), dusk, twilight . . . so many words to capture this cusp of the day.