dusk

London twilight with yellow daisies

When the sun goes down on a clear day, there’s a very special kind of light – neither daylight nor moonlight, but somewhere in between: the two lights that meld into twilight.

But in the city, there’s more to it than that: the headlights of cars and buses, the orange glow of streetlights, sparkling shop window displays, and the cheerful windows of houses where the curtains haven’t yet been drawn.

I don’t remember the details of how and why Peter Pan first started visiting the Darling children, but I can imagine him watching through the bright windows of a house like this and listening to the bedtime stories.

London twilight

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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