In the Winter months, when the branches are bare and twilight arrives early, the light quickly fades to grey as the evening chill settles in. On these days, I miss the embrace of warner days and have to remind myself of the pleasures of Winter. There are pleasures to be found in the shorter cold days but the older I get, the more I come to love twilight when trees are leafed out, the lawns are plush with green, and the air is mild. I never grow weary of seeing my backyard in this light.
Twilight in this season, with the lush colors and a light that fades on the edges as if I am gazing at an impressionist painting, is my favorite scene. It feels magical to me, filled the promise of long days and fireflies still to come.