Dusk is here.
It’s a strange time. The transition between day and night.
Day and night are clearly marked in our routine of existence. Each of us associates certain activities with day and night – everything has a place in one or both. Day is when we get up, for example, as many of us work in the day. Some of us though work at night, so day is when we sleep and everything is reversed.
Dusk is different though. I can’t think of something I associate with dusk.
It seems solely to exist to mark the transition from day to night. The fading light a reminder that day is ending and night is beginning.
Signalling endings. Signalling beginnings.
Maybe there is a place for this signalling elsewhere in our lives?
Maybe then change wouldn’t be so scary?
Maybe the signalling could be seen as a celebration of a new beginning?
The celebration of a time passing and a chance to enjoy what that time gave?
Maybe every transition and change programme needs dusk?