Peggy

My favourite part of the day is twilight. The space between light and darkness, when dreams come out of the shadows to take your hand, gently, or facing you dead on, daring you to follow.

I already know the night will be full of possibilities. Early birds are going to sleep and owls will claim the night sky, soundlessly.

At night, the goblins will come out to dance and taunt you, their shapes distorted by a young, blazing campfire.

Twilight is a well of dreams opening up, where rules are broken and numbers are jumbled up. The witches are watching through the window, biding their time.

I am not scared though. I will take their hand gladly to be led around the fire, plotting mischief and chanting spells.

But not yet.

I am at the tipping point. The most exquisite moment of the day.