Dusk

I love the word "dusk." I love how light it sounds and it's normally a word I would use in the summer months. After a hot day. When it's nearly dark but not quite. The calm.

Tonight though, twilight was cold.

And mysterious.

The leaves look cold, still hanging on the trees, covered in snow. Mother nature had not given them a chance to fall in the usual way.

But dusk was beautiful tonight. It was blue. The leaves were blue. The snow was blue. The sky was deep dark blue.