(The opening quote from Eshter Morgan “Grace”)
I fell there is a quiet forgotten word which wants to speak.
I want to give it its voice. I want you to hear this voice.
This word belongs to dusk, it belongs to twilight. It suddenly vanishes in the light of day, in its noise, its business.
But it will return later, once you switch off the lights and sit down with a cup of tea or coffee in the beautiful aimlessness of this quiet moment.