"May He also be to you a Restorer of Life
and a Sustainer of your old age ... "
~ Ruth 4:15
Nearly four years ago we decided to leave off the adventures of our ten-year Arizona sojourn in order to return to the home of our origins, Washington State. There were many reasons for that decision; and with hindsight a myriad more. One such, a blessing that we hadn't anticipated with our return, is the glory of twilight.
It's a very real thing, twilight = that part of the day when the sun dips below the horizon and a refracted, soft glowing light from the sky baths the day in scattered sun rays. It's as if the day itself longs to linger, if not to compete with the glories of the sunrise to come. What's more, photographers have designated it the Blue Hour; and have long known it's the best time of day for capturing, literally, picture-perfect scenes.
Depending on latitude, some places experience twilight in a more splendid way than others; and Washington State is one such locale. With Daylight Savings Time, April's official time for sunset is 8:14 PM. Come August it'll be 8:40 PM. The sun may have set at those times, but darkness is held at bay until twilight's stubborn, refracted rays are ready to retire ~ sometimes as long as 90 minutes or more. It's a scientific condition, but to my way of thinking it's also a place; a serene destination.
I like twilight. I used to think that dawn was my favorite part of the day, and in some ways it is still. But twilight's metaphorical beauty is apropos. I now live, literally, in the approaching twilight in my own life.
Wordographers (like Merriam), say that it can also be defined as decline, or ambiguity, or obscurity. To some extent I might agree. It is true that my life is far less connected to that which the world applauds or that youth warrants. Many things have gone missing. But ... it's hardly the whole story. An equal number of things have been gained, and could only be gained with the onset of twilight.
Refracted light is still light ~ and the very best time to consider what is picture-perfect in one's life.
Although Moses was one hundred and
twenty years old when he died,
his eye was not dim, nor his vigor abated.
~ Deuteronomy 34:7
I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all Your doings;
I muse on the work of Your hands.
~ Psalm 143:5
For more about the causes of twilight click here: The Blue Hour