The hour right after sunset, and just before night creeps is a timeless hour. Just at that interval, even as everything moves, a strange sense of a sudden cessation overcomes the world. The cars maybe speeding along the highway, but without purpose. People may move on the sidewalks, but without hurry. It is an hour that is neither this, nor that. It exists not because it divides night from day, but as if to stop the mindless drive and drone of mundane life for a brief moment. Here we can stop and breathe. Inhale… Exhale… The scent of withering day and blooming night lingers in the air.
Luftmensch photography 
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