See how the minutes before dawn are where history’s attic lives?
It’s when you find the boundaries between what has happened and what will.
While the normal person isn’t entirely aware of all of life’s sub themes and boundaries:
• it’s a specific human quirk
• to imagine mystery
• into that crack between night and morning.
See how it’s an instant when you can feel Florence’s memories
• either come out or scurry away.
By the way, we call the sweet light between day and night, twilight. What do we call the sweet light between night and day? Anyone know?