I have found that evenings come with a certain characteristic poetic energy that permeates everything the light of setting Sun touches. It is a feeling of being transported to another realm charged with a kind of mystical electricity that accentuates every visual stimulus and sometimes even other sensations too; the mundane becomes transcendent but this magic only happens if you open yourself up to it and let the light in.
I have attempted to condense and draw out this fleeting experience for an eternity. You can always come back here anytime you wish to be touched by this magic or better still go outside, touch some grass and let the light of the setting sun gently caress your face and transport you to a twilight reverie.
