Wandering down a familiar stretch of road, winter and spring chasing each other overhead. The light fades and the whole world slips in shades of shadowy blues and blacks and purples. Not a bruised or hidden pallet of paints, rich and fragrant and full of mischief. Twilight, a fleeting window. The closest some of us ever come to the truth. She slips away like a dream, a longing that calls out to you. And just as quickly you begin to forget… Whisked into the darkness, under the