I love taking walks during my favorite time of day. I love the air, the sky, and just the overall feeling at dusk. This is a short poem to illustrate how I think of it.

The air has a different quality

when the sun begins to set.

It's a strange mix

of being both thicker and lighter

than before.

Like a fog settled over the earth,

and that feeling between waking and dreaming.

Except my eyes are wide open,

and I begin to see clearer

than before.

Maybe this feeling in the air

comes from those myths

where that hazy time of dusk

makes the veil between worlds thinner

than before.

And the denizens of both

can move fluidly, back and forth,

from our world to theirs,

creating more magic in both planes

than before.

Maybe that's why I feel more alert

in the hazy, dusky Inbetween,

than I do when the sun hangs

heavy in the daytime sky.

Maybe ideas flow more freely

in the thicker, lighter air

because magic is more obvious

when the barriers are taken down

in the dusky Inbetween.