The park is open from dawn till dusk. Dusk is the time of day when the sun is out of the sky and has set, but there is still visible light. This is the period right before twilight.
Riding off into the sunset. That’s what Brian did today, and that’s what Matt did last night, but Bethany snuck away without anyone seeing her. People are leaving, leaving, leaving. Leaving me here alone. When is it my turn to ride off into the sunset?
Dusk is the time whilst everything seems different. It is quiet and eerie. The birds quiet down, the children stop playing and everyone gathers inside. Being outside at dusk is strange. It is a different version of life at day.
at dusk, we piled into the truck and headed off to who knows where. we’d been laying around the campsite all day, waiting for the heat to die down so we could drive without overheating – us and the engine. it had been three days since we’d stayed in a hotel room, and all of us were aching
Dusk, the time of night she liked the most, when the sun and the stars put aside their fighting for favor of darkness. The air was crisp and clean, and although she could see nothing, she saw all. It was lovely. Absolutely lovely.
twilight. that magical time of the day when the lighting is odd and the magic in the world seems so much closer to the surface. twinkling lights. fog. sunlight glinting off the harbor. red light. bluish light in the winter. birds singing themselves to sleep. animals bedding down for the night. tea. a good book.
in between day and night, you think about everything you’ve done throughout your entire day.
accomplishments are transient, and tomorrow would be a brand new day to start over. later then you will realize that life isn’t that bad after all.
The burning sensation at the end of each day, warning us of our own mortality. Nothing ever stops it from coming and no one ever wants it to go away. We wait for it. We thrive in it. It is our loving hour. Our killing our. Our hour of need, of love, of hatred. We are what it makes of us. No one can take it away. We are inhuman without it.
I lay in bed. Close my eyes and wait for it. Light shimmers and I’ll forget it. Just show me you love me and come back. Dusk&Dawn are lonely without each other too.
Dusk is what happens when the sun goes down. Or is it? I can’t really remember. I always get “dusk” and “dawn” mixed up. I know, it’s really stupid. Which one kills vampires? Dusk, right? So dusk must be when the sun comes up!
He told me not to think, but here I am tonight. I don’t understand, though, I truly don’t. Not to think about what? I wait silently, watching day pass through day pass through another waiting week before the years stumble between themselves and here I am still. He told me I had been thinking, but I don’t understand. I didn’t understand, until the day I sat and watched the rain, the first day my dusk wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
at dusk i lie in my bed waiting for night to come. sometimes it comes quickly into the room painting the interior with a dark black hue. it is a bit depressing how it comes daily. sometimes i’d like to see it stay light forever. i’d of course get some headgear to block out the sun.
the night will have almost approached, bats and other nocturnal creatures begin to stir, the air takes on a sickly sweet flavor as the flowers throw the last bits of their aroma to the sky. I walk barefoot through the cool grass towards my home.
Dusk was falling through the sky, but he still was not there. I turned around to go, and I heard a voice behind me. Dont go, he said, and i ran up and kissed him and threw my arms around him, and felt, if even for a moment, that it was just me and him.
at dusk, i like to watch the sun set on my driveway. its relaxing. i think about if his car were to pass by. after i saw him at the movies, and he seemed to laugh at me. was i in love? i don’t know, but the sun set at dusk helped me think about it.
The moon was shining on her face at dusk. It was cold, she shivered, he held her in his arms. All was okay. Until he let go and flew away, to never return again. Why? Nobody knows.
from dusk till dawn was a ill movie. the sun begins to emerge from behind the mountainus range when dusk arrives at which point the typical night creatures go back to where the sun came from.
THe sun sets another day is gone, but that’s cool ’cause tomorrow’s waiting for you. What you did today is nothing more than a memory but tomorrow’s dreams are at your finger tips.
Looking out into the sky, I see the morning dusk. i think about the day, and what I’ve done. Who I’ve seen, what I’ve accomplished, and who and what I haven’t. It’s a time of reflection, a time of confession. A time to yourself, to ponder the day’s worth. It’s beautiful. Truly beautiful.
I never really liked this word. I barely even know what it means and it sounds ugly. Dusk–what a hideous word. Whoever invented it was a loser. Or maybe I’m just jealous.
we kissed at dusk. His hands ran down my back and played with the end of my shirt. His friends whistled and then turned to look into the eyes of thier girls. It was romantic and sweet and ever so perfect. Then came the rain the cold bitter rain and with it the end of our ‘perfect’ relationship.
Dusk is so dark and unthoughtful. I don’t really even know what dusk means. I can just connect to it because I read Out of The Dusk. Or was it Out of the Dust? Who cares! At least I read a book unlike many Americans who are WAY too lazy to turn the page. I know its hard but if you don’t like to exercise . . . at least read! Turning the page and putting the book away can be your daily exercise!
It was in October, chilly and windy in the Allegheny. Anna was standing on the edge of the hill overlooking the oil refinery in the valley below and she began to wonder about Kevin. Where is he? We once kissed here at dusk while the snow swirled around us. It was over a year ago, what made things change, what made us grow up?
Dusk. The place where all things happen.
To think you are where you are.
The moon, the sun, all come together in one.
The sky shimmers with a crescent light.
Make an decent from the sky to earth. Come here little wolf.
Howl.
Send your voice to the sky.
Looking out at the dusk, it’s… beautiful… I guess… but the billboards that surround it… they could be just as beauitful if you look at them in the right light… they aren’t what God created, fo course we can’t create things so beautiful… but dammit we can try… and we will be trying for the rest of time… and maybe sell a few products while we are at it.
Dusk is the most beautiful time of the day/ It’s the most mysterious time. The time when secrets emerge like tentative animals reappearing from their hidey holes after being chased by fierce prey.
The colors of dusk that night ranged from orange to purple. Like the purple now seen on Oneword.
The park is open from dawn till dusk. Dusk is the time of day when the sun is out of the sky and has set, but there is still visible light. This is the period right before twilight.
Two girls. One in the corner, dark and smiling. The other is blinded by the day’s last gold. The first girl steps forward. It’s her time.
Riding off into the sunset. That’s what Brian did today, and that’s what Matt did last night, but Bethany snuck away without anyone seeing her. People are leaving, leaving, leaving. Leaving me here alone. When is it my turn to ride off into the sunset?
As dusk fell, he turned to her and said: “It’s over, isn’t it?”
She didn’t say anything.
The birds were crying in the trees.
Dusk is the time whilst everything seems different. It is quiet and eerie. The birds quiet down, the children stop playing and everyone gathers inside. Being outside at dusk is strange. It is a different version of life at day.
at dusk, we piled into the truck and headed off to who knows where. we’d been laying around the campsite all day, waiting for the heat to die down so we could drive without overheating – us and the engine. it had been three days since we’d stayed in a hotel room, and all of us were aching
Dusk, the time of night she liked the most, when the sun and the stars put aside their fighting for favor of darkness. The air was crisp and clean, and although she could see nothing, she saw all. It was lovely. Absolutely lovely.
twilight. that magical time of the day when the lighting is odd and the magic in the world seems so much closer to the surface. twinkling lights. fog. sunlight glinting off the harbor. red light. bluish light in the winter. birds singing themselves to sleep. animals bedding down for the night. tea. a good book.
At dusk my heart goes out and finds a woman. She’ll see me through till morning, where it’s an overcast day. The twilight lies make me sleep sound.
in between day and night, you think about everything you’ve done throughout your entire day.
accomplishments are transient, and tomorrow would be a brand new day to start over. later then you will realize that life isn’t that bad after all.
The burning sensation at the end of each day, warning us of our own mortality. Nothing ever stops it from coming and no one ever wants it to go away. We wait for it. We thrive in it. It is our loving hour. Our killing our. Our hour of need, of love, of hatred. We are what it makes of us. No one can take it away. We are inhuman without it.
I lay in bed. Close my eyes and wait for it. Light shimmers and I’ll forget it. Just show me you love me and come back. Dusk&Dawn are lonely without each other too.
Dusk is what happens when the sun goes down. Or is it? I can’t really remember. I always get “dusk” and “dawn” mixed up. I know, it’s really stupid. Which one kills vampires? Dusk, right? So dusk must be when the sun comes up!
“Dusky jewel,” The Doors sang. I never understood it.
He told me not to think, but here I am tonight. I don’t understand, though, I truly don’t. Not to think about what? I wait silently, watching day pass through day pass through another waiting week before the years stumble between themselves and here I am still. He told me I had been thinking, but I don’t understand. I didn’t understand, until the day I sat and watched the rain, the first day my dusk wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
at dusk i lie in my bed waiting for night to come. sometimes it comes quickly into the room painting the interior with a dark black hue. it is a bit depressing how it comes daily. sometimes i’d like to see it stay light forever. i’d of course get some headgear to block out the sun.
the night will have almost approached, bats and other nocturnal creatures begin to stir, the air takes on a sickly sweet flavor as the flowers throw the last bits of their aroma to the sky. I walk barefoot through the cool grass towards my home.
Dusk was falling through the sky, but he still was not there. I turned around to go, and I heard a voice behind me. Dont go, he said, and i ran up and kissed him and threw my arms around him, and felt, if even for a moment, that it was just me and him.
Hmmmmm. Dusk rythms with Musk. Did i spell rythms right? Oh does it matter.
Dusk which one is that… the point before night or the point before day.
at dusk, i like to watch the sun set on my driveway. its relaxing. i think about if his car were to pass by. after i saw him at the movies, and he seemed to laugh at me. was i in love? i don’t know, but the sun set at dusk helped me think about it.
The moon was shining on her face at dusk. It was cold, she shivered, he held her in his arms. All was okay. Until he let go and flew away, to never return again. Why? Nobody knows.
dusk, the beginning to a new dawn. the beginning to a new day. the start of something new.
from dusk till dawn was a ill movie. the sun begins to emerge from behind the mountainus range when dusk arrives at which point the typical night creatures go back to where the sun came from.
Sunsets in itally
THe sun sets another day is gone, but that’s cool ’cause tomorrow’s waiting for you. What you did today is nothing more than a memory but tomorrow’s dreams are at your finger tips.
I rose from the ashes
I reached for you
i urged my limbs to grow
to touch
you retract
the sun hits the skin on your back as you
walk away
Looking out into the sky, I see the morning dusk. i think about the day, and what I’ve done. Who I’ve seen, what I’ve accomplished, and who and what I haven’t. It’s a time of reflection, a time of confession. A time to yourself, to ponder the day’s worth. It’s beautiful. Truly beautiful.
we sat by the rocks and spent the entire day chatting about everything under the sun/stars. from dusk till dawn and than dusk again
I never really liked this word. I barely even know what it means and it sounds ugly. Dusk–what a hideous word. Whoever invented it was a loser. Or maybe I’m just jealous.
From dusk to dawn…of man.
we kissed at dusk. His hands ran down my back and played with the end of my shirt. His friends whistled and then turned to look into the eyes of thier girls. It was romantic and sweet and ever so perfect. Then came the rain the cold bitter rain and with it the end of our ‘perfect’ relationship.
the brisk fog of morning dew appears as a slight breeze against my face. the sherbert sky casts a warm shadow over the cool earth.
A time of day that is quiet and serene. Never ending, it seems. Beautiful. Sensitive. Soft.
Dusk is so dark and unthoughtful. I don’t really even know what dusk means. I can just connect to it because I read Out of The Dusk. Or was it Out of the Dust? Who cares! At least I read a book unlike many Americans who are WAY too lazy to turn the page. I know its hard but if you don’t like to exercise . . . at least read! Turning the page and putting the book away can be your daily exercise!
It was in October, chilly and windy in the Allegheny. Anna was standing on the edge of the hill overlooking the oil refinery in the valley below and she began to wonder about Kevin. Where is he? We once kissed here at dusk while the snow swirled around us. It was over a year ago, what made things change, what made us grow up?
Dusk. The place where all things happen.
To think you are where you are.
The moon, the sun, all come together in one.
The sky shimmers with a crescent light.
Make an decent from the sky to earth. Come here little wolf.
Howl.
Send your voice to the sky.
Looking out at the dusk, it’s… beautiful… I guess… but the billboards that surround it… they could be just as beauitful if you look at them in the right light… they aren’t what God created, fo course we can’t create things so beautiful… but dammit we can try… and we will be trying for the rest of time… and maybe sell a few products while we are at it.
From dawn till dusk. I shall be waiting where the mist clings to the willows. From dawn till dusk.
Either that, or I’ll spend a drunken weekend on the beach. It’s completely up to you.
Dusk is the most beautiful time of the day/ It’s the most mysterious time. The time when secrets emerge like tentative animals reappearing from their hidey holes after being chased by fierce prey.