Twilight
Sometimes, the sun sets, and everything seems to be over.
It surprises me how difficult it is to think then of the many mornings that can follow this sunset.
How easily we forget that in the morning we can still choose to feel those rays upon us.
That we can defeat with ease the moon, the father of sun…
On the stage of the world of creation with its mesh of deceptions having been neatly laid the drama of its being unfolds an illusive tale where neither the agony of defeat nor the delight of triumph can withstand invincibility of hope. It is where contentment loses to imagination finally.
Twilight offers a perfect sequence to feel about it.
Fantastic way of viewing life; rather of experiencing it !
The moon .. father of sun .. or moon the child of sun ? Or is there a child in every father?
P.S : Should have cropped the masthead a little lower .. you cut your own name
Saibal: Twilight is indeed a beautiful time of the day. Almost everyone looks forward to it and hopes to hold it there for sometime, perhaps to avoid the long run of night.
Dude: The moon as the disgraced father of sun is a belief held by some South American tribes. It is also symbolic, isn’t it, of how the night leads into the morning?
Except that we are missing these days the third angle. Would love to see you back!
As for the name – I think Trinity holds it well