Better Than Dusk

Vast storm clouds stand still in the frame, as silhouettes in the vibrant, yet placid sunsets. An occasional beam of fire would create an intermittent display of nature’s fury, but tranquility remains stoic. I watched in contentment as my brother, Grace (now Mama, as the joke continues in the house…I’m the Papa) brought back my attention to the simple foundation of life and nature, as that of which signifies creation. We laughed amidst my broken, but improving French…amazed how rain can fall a quarter (neighborhood) away, yet where we stand is untouched.

Every evening there is a period of final daylight that hypnotizes my visual senses. The sun bounces off clouds in a coordinated show of color that also magnifies formation. The display renders a change in atmosphere, a change in light, mystical in character and foreign to tired eyes. Some days it stops me in the middle of playing soccer or other days it makes me drop whatever I’m doing and captures my stare. Where I come from, summer evenings are long, characterizing the term “dusk”. But, here at .5 degrees north of the equator, before the fireflies begin to dance their night time jubilee, there is a moment that is better than dusk.