In the Cool, Cool, Cool of the Evening

My favorite time is twilight.

Not because it has anything to do with vampires (or werewolves),

but because it is a hinge hour,

an in-between time,

an even-ing of sorts,

a not-quite night, a darkening of day.

It's best experienced under an open sky,

especially with a companion:

Of course, twilight doesn't last long,

and neither does Cleo's patience.

Mazie came bounding up behind her the moment that I snapped this,

and it was fur and claws galore from that point.

Mazie lost.

As usual.