There is a time between the light and dark of day where if you look closely all things appear to be possible. It is the location in life where the ghosts of daily triumphs & future possibilities meet. Did the light of day provide something that was worthwhile to contemplate? Or were the seeds planted that are going to flourish into the bountiful harvest of tomorrow? These are the thoughts that arrive in the gloaming, as the day resigns its light and accepts the inevitable cover of the night.