dog ran off
Twilight, that soft boundary between evening and nightfall, the most mystical of hours. This is the hour when Vespers are sung, Deus, in adiutorium meum intende. Domine, ad adiuvandum me festina. Come to my assistance; make haste to help me. For Shakespeare, this was the “time of night when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out.”
Anything is possible during the twilight hours. You see things that can’t be seen in the light of day or the dark of night. You hear sounds that seem to come from other planes of existence. And even the most ordinary events…like fetching back the truant dog…take on a transcendant and supernatural quality.
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