Last year around this time I learned what twilight is. I was visiting my friends' farm in the evening and made note to another visitor that I loved this time of day. She told me it is called twilight.
Just a couple of weeks ago my friend Dawn and I went camping in Harrison. Again, just as before, I noted how lovely I thought the twilight was. Dawn proceeded to tell me that she thought twilight was a time in the morning, while I thought it was a time in the evening.
I hesitated to ask her to get out her smart phone to ease our wondering, but in our curiosity got the best of us. Each one of us thought we knew what we were talking about.
What Dawn read out was quite enlightening.
twi·light (twl
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n.
1.
a. The diffused light from the sky during the early evening or early morning when the sun is below the horizon and its light is refracted by the earth's atmosphere.
Turned out, we were both right. Twilight happens during two times of the day. How often are you arguing a fact with a person does the result turn out that you are both right? In my experience, not often. What if we lived in a world where this happened more frequently? In beliefs that is. What if we all just understood that we are both right. We all can be right and no one has to be wrong.
Tonight I took note of my twilight moment. It's an often all too quite period that is gone too fast. I spent it at the top of Cascades Hill, leaned against a tree, reading a book among the sounds of the park. A father and his boys playing baseball to my side, two young kids hurling down the hill, a group of people learning to dance in the band shell. As the sun's put life into everything in sight, I looked on as the Earth seemed to be glowing. I smiled to myself and remembered why twilight is my favorite part of the day.