cape town has so gracefully moved from afternoon into evening these last few days. this in-between time defined by the cool, moist air, pastel dusky light and the occasional fog and drizzle. sitting on the balcony, in tights and cardigan, drinking tea, having little pockets of moisture balancing on individual arm hairs, i can hear the fog horn and smell the ocean mixed with wet pine. its my favorite time of day. sometimes its calm and moody, with hazy skies and the last rays of light escaping through the cloud.
these twilights are beckoning you to be carried into the night by gentle music and fresh air, by a possible stroll along the sea and a definite cozy-up under the duvets.
and quickly, quite quickly, the one in-between becomes another as you drift off and out...