The twilight stole away the colours of the day until the world looked like an old black and white movie.
The last vestiges of the setting sun disappeared over the horizon, the copper hues giving way to a dusty purple scattered with the occasional glitter of a faraway star. The distant skyline stood silhouetted against a velvety sky, the golden dusk enveloped by the twilight sky
The darkening sky was filled with lavender and indigo clouds, covering up the first stars of the night.
As the light ebbed, so did the warmth of the day, until all that was left was the chill of twilight and the promise of a cold night to come.
A swirl of pink and lavender transfigured the sky as the perishing ball of light slowly sank below the horizon, leaving behind a sliver of dark orange. The remaining phosphorescence from the gradually dimming sky danced along the glass windows from the five star restaurants serving the finest European cuisine.
Twilight fell as if a shade had been placed over the sun, robbing the forest of it's brilliant virescent hues and replacing them with a washed out khaki-grey.
In twilight the beach was tinted sepia, the sand more orange, the water darker, our skin soft to the eye. We sat there, Tara to my left, Leon to my right, just taking in the evening and chatting in our characteristic pattern, the laughs and the serious intermingled.
In twilight Talia's hair was blacker, her skin more olive and her eyes larger. She drew the shawl around her, clasping it tight to her collar bone to ward off the nascent chill. The garish colours of the market had been toned down as if washed gently in a quarry water, everything that little bit more grey.
Twilight stole the vibrant greens of the lakeside reeds, leaving behind a sombre shade that faded into monochrome. The myriad of browns that were the shoreline stones became the same shade as the faded highway that lay cold and silent behind them. The heat of the day ebbed as the sun sank to the horizon, kissing the sky a warm peach hue.