Evening falls in Armenian Street. Penang, Malaysia.
Dusk is both a beginning and end. Often times it depends on the day you had. A door opens or perhaps it slams on your hand. Temperature makes a big difference too. A winter night you feel the closeness of death, of end times and the proximity to disaster if along comes a bad decision. A summer night is all about relief, or opportunity if you are the right age. Fall and Spring are superior because they allow for a change of mind, a jacket makes everything right, equal. Sometimes I think about how great it would be to disappear. Often times these thoughts come at this time of day. Just fade into the shadows and never, even look back over your shoulder.
Dusk is a transient child, wanderer’s talisman. You are a poet.
Oh and I couldn’t help but smile at “a jacket makes everything right.” I know someone missing his second skin very much right now.
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