Tuesday, September 4, 2012
In The Gloaming
We rented a car last night and tried to make it to the coast in time for sunset. We didn't make it, but we got to drive through the gloaming- the countryside first silhouetted by a blushing sky, then a majestic blue. We reached the rocky beaches of Brighton just as the sky turned black. We got out of the car and ran down to the water, breathing in the salty air and listening to the waves roll in. It was perfect.
My freshman year of high school, I read Alice Elliott Dark's story In The Gloaming and it finally gave me words to describe that quiet moment between sunset and nightfall- twilight, the blue hour, the gloaming. It's a magical time, made all the better when paired with the English countryside and someone you love sitting beside you.