Both. Dawn comes equipped with fingers, rose tinged and welcoming the clean slate promise of the day. Stretched like a cat, languorously along the horizon, light finds itself growing exponentially, finding inspiration in stars plucked from the heavens, absorbed by it’s all or nothing nature. Dusk slips into something more comfortable, a muslin misty softening of the sharp edges that hide more easily in the night.A calm, contrary to the cacophonous chorus of birdsong, pushes the air into ever broadening…
