In all great arts, as in trees, it is the height that charms us; we care nothing for the roots or trunks, yet it could not be without the aid of these.
It's twilight. It’s the safest time of day for us. The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way. . . the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?