same image taken a few minutes apart,
sunset and twilight

the former. A glowing hue of silver illuminating the last few minutes of daylight as the earth, commited to its age-defined tradition, pulls away from the warmth glow of the sun.

the latter. An iridescent paintjob of an artist-by-day who had only a few seconds left to showcase his work-of-art. As the last rays of light manage to hit the horizon, a golden hue is splashed across fine lines.

Watching the last light fall beneath the horizon, it struck me how such a drastic change can occur in such deathly silence and better yet, goes unnoticed. Even for the onlooker, it wasn't something I would have saw immediately if not for the photo evidence. Like the draw of a sunflower to the light or the widening petals of a morning glory at dawn, the phase from sunset to twilight or even the drift of a relationship occur at relatively unnoticeable degrees. Which goes to show we should take notice of the little things that happen in our lifes before it is too late; when the change is done and you are left with a gaping hole, wondering when the hole was dug and how it went by unnoticed.