I love twilight.
That time of day just after afternoon and just before nighttime. It seems like I can always smell the changing of the seasons best at that time of day. Like tonight it just smelled like spring, you know? It smelled…clean. And fresh. It was a little warmer than it has been for a while, and as I was driving to pick up the Kid I had the windows down and the air was streaming in, and it was just really awesome.
It made me think about the first time I ever went to the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, BC. This was summer about, oh, seven years back. In the summertime they did (maybe still do) fireworks on Saturday nights. If you decide to skip the fireworks, you can wander around the park and have it almost completely to yourself. Which is what I did.
I got there around two or three in the afternoon, and stayed until the place closed. During the daytime, you can wander through the sunken gardens, look at the fountains, check out the japanese gardens…and then at night, they turn on the lights. It’s almost like a completely different place. The paths are lit, and the trees, with all different colors and placements that almost everything is a work of art.
I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
I like it when something so simple as smelling the night wind can remind me of something that I love.