I’ve always had a great fondness for the twilight times of day. Those times early in the morning or late in the afternoon when the Sun appears to make its first or final salute to my part of the globe.
I love the vibrant colors and the promise of something new and wonderful preparing to appear for my viewing pleasure.
Twilight can also be a metaphor for a stage in one’s life, usually associated with the transitioning from the life we know into an unknown…life? adventure? existence? void?
While numerically I am still a ways away from being in the twilight of my life, factually, who knows when that might be? Theoretically, I might always be living in the twilight zone (okay, just having a little fun here!) since I don’t know the exact time of my departure from this plane of existence.
Many years ago, I decided never to allow an opportunity to tell my friends and loved ones to pass without my telling them, well, “I love you!” I did not want my last words with anyone I care for to be words of anger, indifference, or hurt. So, no matter how fractious the conversation, I always close with “I love you!”
It’s a conscious, and Conscious, decision.
Life, what I remember of it, is too short to be filled with regrets.