There's something that happens at dusk, when the sun sets, when the lights are dimmed, when the candles flicker.
It's something like, well, magic. Yes, magic. Because what else can explain why -- suddenly -- spaces become more intriguing, conversations more thoughtful, faces more mysterious?
Why suddenly people reveal their secrets?
What else can explain why everything, yes everything, becomes more beautiful........
at twilight.....
PS I've hopped over to Washington DC on assignment:-)
