Twilight hangs suspended in dappled pink and gold. Hesitant to let go, the earth sighs, then the sun dips softly into the sea. You roll over crumpled sheets and rise. Familiar to me as the sun to the earth, you pull your shirt over your head, pushing one arm then the other through the sleeves. You pull at the bottom hem caught across the top of your chest, till the cool white of you disappears under the drape of fabric. Through the purple haze of the still uncertain night you fade into a world distant and unknown.