Dusk…such a wonderful, simple word. Just four letters and one syllable. Rhymes with rust, and rather appears like the color for a brief moment. That’s the thing about dusk; it’s fleeting. So is everything in life: seasons, days, relationships, romances, feelings, happiness, joy, special occassions, memories, et cetera.
To say life is fleeting reminds me of an old time kerosene lantern. During our youth, the wick is extended and the light burns brightly. As we age, the wick gets turned down and the light dims. But before the light is extingushed, there is a dusky hue about us that is pleasing. This has nothing to do with staying active, but mostly about attitudes and perceptions. Some may describe this change in our countenance as a season of wisdom.
Certainly, there are a select few who are wise beyond their years, but being a sage requires time; time filled with trials and grief, loss and confusion. Acheivements, rewards, momentous occassions and fond memories balance out the effects of aging wisely. Such are the days of dusk. Whether we are rapidly approaching this time, cannot even image it, or have passed it, one thing is for certain…dusk is colorful as are our souls.