Agathos Dorea

Night, the beloved.
Night, when words fade.
Night, when all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.

~Antoine de Saint-Exupery

It’s a funny thing how your emotions can change when the light fades from the sky. In these, the most beautiful of spring days, there is that quiet voice within us that always begs for more–more daylight, more warm breezes, more time. But in the delicate space where day gives way to night, I am reminded that dusk, in her sublime beauty of muted hues and shades, refuses to ever be outdone.