This is the End (of the Day)

Sun setting behind mountain with clouds

Sometimes, you get a glimpse of one of the doorways between worlds. Where the light hits just right, and you can see—for just a moment—an entrance. On the other side is, well, that’s still unclear for most people. But for you, in that brief time, it’s all so very obvious.

But then the moment passes and the sounds rush back in, like a volume knob being turned slowly. You move on, forgetting the moment altogether, chalking that feeling up to the strange light of the hour.