Dusk! Is it just me or does it affect others too in the same way? I find an inexplicable sadness permeate my being. Perhaps it is the unwillingness to say goodbye to a day that began with so much promise, or perhaps it is the sadness of the day I feel, it's reluctance to die, or perhaps it is a shiver passing through the earth as it says goodbye to the warmth of the sun, or just that the Earth is not so keen to once again don its cloak of darkness or then again perhaps it is just me realizing that one more day has gone by, lost forever never to be gained again. Realizing that time is one thing that one cannot hold in the hand or save in a bank. One day less to do all one has thought or dreamed of doing or achieving. The feeling is stronger in the countryside, in the villages we sometimes go and live in, then anywhere else, watching the birds fly off to their nests, the cows coming home with their bells tinkling, raising dust that is coloured blood red by the rays of the setting sun, the light of small lamps shining in the gloom. The sudden sounds of chatter or laughter of the villagers coming from the darkness as they go home to warmth and rest after a hard day in the fields. All leaves me with an in explicable feeling of yearning.1
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Interesting impression. I do understand it, and being a country boy I can appreciate why the feeling may be greater there. Not sure which country you are from but I doubt it matters. I suspect it is universal. I think we're prone (or conditioned) to feel this sense of loss, and I think that is what it may be in one sense or another.
Why does nature do this to us? I once wrote a similar introspective piece on a meteor shower and how it related to our fleeting lives. We're all just a bunch of romantics maybe.
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I love sunsets too it is the time after the sun has set the sky starts turning dark that the feeling of sadness starts. sunsets are a glorious time of the day
thanks for your lovely comment.
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simply exquisite
I find the setting of the sun beautiful, but I can also relate to the feelings of sadness you portray here. I thought it was just my depressed nature manifesting itself once again; I'm glad to see that it is not just me. I agree with you in that I feel like it's another day of my life gone, and perhaps wasted. I could have, I should have... I find myself going over my regrets, wishing I had done things differently. This was very beautifully written, I loved finding it. Your descriptions were so vivid, entrancing... this is a stunning example of writing. I think I must add you to my favorites list. -
This was really good. You paint an awesome picture with your words, but I can't say that I ever felt the same way about dusk. This presents an entirely different view for me. I never knew some people didn't like the sunset. Great job!
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Hi Pari - I really enjoy reading this kind of gentle commentary through your evening window - you do it so well . . . Can I ask a silly question - do you ever wear a sari or some other form of national dress – Sometimes reading your work I do get visions of you there in the middle east Haha – perhaps it is the influence of your Author Page backgrounds - Albert.
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Dear Pari,
Your vivid description of dusk (in Kuwait or India?) points the differences between one part of the world and another. Here, in New Zealand dusk is very short and darkness falls quickly as the sun literally plummets in the wintry west. Summer brings a longer twilight spell but nothing to match the beautiful long twilights spent with friends on an English Common.
The opening stanzas of Gray's 'Elegy in a Country Churchyard'
always evoke this sense of dusk-weariness to me and I can empathise with your feeling of despondency at that time. There is always SO much still to accomplish at the end of day which
remains for tomorrow.
An excellently written and very descriptive piece of prose
which I applaud without reservation.
Love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
Edited on Jul 06, 9:42 p.m. because ''.
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