Twilight Zone

There is something about twilight that unsettles me. I loathe the dying light and watch helplessly as the night engulfs what's left of the crimson sky. It never fails to invoke in me a feeling of anguish that perhaps, the fading light, once gone, would be forever lost.

But the setting sun is indifferent to my plight, resting in the west last night with the same assured confidence of days gone by. So I watched helplessly as the day faded into a brooding night, robbing me of all joy that I thought I knew.

It was a personal tragedy.