Ramblings of indigo


Where the last waning glow of the sun melts with the inky black of night.

A fleeting moment of serenity.

The transition point of the early bird and the night owl.

Where the hustle of the day winds down and the call of the night has yet to happen.

They skylines still sharp as the moon hangs low.

Clouds can still be seen as the starts twinkle through the gaps.

Calm and quiet

Soft and silent


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