dusk
Dusk can be a magical time of day — the work day is coming to a close (well, sort of), people are headed home to families, food, couches… and the heat of the day is easing up, the earth getting a chance to exhale.
It’s particularly important in Los Angeles after a smoggy day like today, when much of the smog has burned off and there’s a kind of serenity gained, a chance to take a breath and smell flowers and plants earlier obscured by the frenetic invasiveness of the day’s human contribution.
On days like this, dusk holds a lot of power for me. I gain sync again. My writing muse comes out. My outlook is better.
That’s why it’s magic.