As a child I read a book that focused on the time between day and night. The time between times. The characters could go between worlds as the sun would set.
I love the amber light these solstice days create before the earth’s shift. Warm, fluid, milky. I feel as though I am being swept into its color, a world all its own. Perhaps the lens through which I see is changed in it’s glow, and the world around me is a world anew. My own time between times.