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The Blue of Twilight

The day ends as it begins, shrouded in blue.  Yet the blue of the extended twilight is not the crystalline sapphire blue of  dawn.

Twilight blue is milky, chalky.  Its shade hints at the color of the ending day.

Winter twilight steals the day much as the fog in American poet Carl Sandburg's poem:

The fog comes
on little cat feet
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

The time of blue twilight ever so subtlety, ever so slowly overtakes the color of the day. Whether bright or cloudy or even monochrome, the day becomes twilight before the light begins to fade.

The twilight moves on into darkness on "little cat feet" too. In winter there is a pronounced darkness in which one can still see for nearly an hour before the true dark of moon, stars and aurora sets in.