Dusk.

Dusk.

The strangest of hour in a day. Have you ever felt lonely in any part of a day?
I have. Dusk is my bane. Very often, when nightfall comes along, usually sevenish, just as it's about to get dark...

This strange sense of loss is often felt. Not belonging. Lost.

Perhaps this is a manifestation of the earlier years? A loss of daylight, the end of fun time. Dreading nightfall when the day is almost over. Another day gone by.