Evenings Dusk and Twilight

As the sun slowly begins to slide down, spreading a brilliant orange glow over the blue daytime sky, it is the beginning of yet another daily spectacle. The sky fills with an intense red, changing to a burnished orange, giving way to a lilac twilight.

I watch enchanted, the divine hand using broad strokes to change the hue every 30 seconds. Seated on rock looking over the valley or walking along a winding hill road, I watch the orange ball sink behind the faraway mountains. I marvel at the magic brush painting the vast canvas of the sky every evening.

I have stopped and gazed at this daily phenomenon as a teen when the Delhi sky wasn't grey. Watched the same orange ball drop into the ocean and the horizon slowly inking over.

I see it while driving through vast green fields and along winding mountain roads and on evening walks in the woods. Each time I am struck with the powerful emotions it evokes.

Love and wonderment welling up inside, when in the company of the significant other. Feeling inextricably bound with all humanity woven together with the rich tapestry on the horizon.

Today, feeling forlorn watching the same sky in late February, the gloomy, thought provoking verses of  कहीं  दूर जब दिन ढल जाए , सांझ की दुल्हन बदन चुराए , चुपके से आये... playing in my head like an ear worm.

The same divine theater and the dramatically opposite rush of emotions. Is it the different landscape...., my changing circadian rhythm, or am I just missing someone on a lovely spring evening.