It is the quietening of the day that most appeals.
People who walk across dark bridges, past saints,with dim, small lights.Clouds which move across gray skiespast churcheswith towers darkened in the dusk.One who leans against granite railinggazing into the evening waters,His hands resting on old...
If you don’t look before the dusk and beyond the dawn, you won’t be able to see the sun. (Soar)
Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.