Crepuscular
Crepuscular is a good word for it. Creatures of the shadows. Animals active in the dawn and the dusk.
But darkness, no. Just before and after is where it’s at. I’m at my creative peak in these liminal moments, full of potential and feeling.
In that vein, here’s my short story that inhabits this “Gray Area,” published by my friends at Sunday Salon.
“Now that they’ve confirmed the universe is expanding, I understand it’s harder for the girls to get here as often or how I’d like (together, when I’m awake), the distance growing and their schedules so dense. I feel the tectonic plates shifting under the floor boards, the space between the coupon piles on the table increasing, neighbors sliding into their own new neighborhoods as we find ourselves all islands.”