Dusk... (or less commonly dawn)...
When the sky begins to darken and become a great curtain of the deepest blue, as the rays of crimson and gold radiate from the burning orb of the setting sun, as clouds tinge with pink and indigo.
Shadows lengthened with the golden light. The glare of the afternoon sun is replaced by the warm glow of twilight. The breathless air of an arid afternoon cools to the warm cloak of night...
As the lights flicker on around the city and paintpots of color invade the growing darkness... the sun retires beyond my horizon... as I feel the stress of the day wash from my mind and body to be replaced by the casual comfort of the evening...
I can taste the crushed mint... the Cuban Rum and squeezed lime... in a cooling concoction with crushed ice in a long glass.... the smoky flavor of seared scallops wrapped around thin slices of fresh sugar cane, sauteed squid with a lime dressing with the faint bitterness of witloof... white tableclothes, rock salt, glistening cutlery...
I can feel the warm seabreeze caressing the shore... the distant sound of the waves lapping the shore, and the quiet sound of Lisa Ekdahl singing jazz in the background... Quietly slipping from reach as the warm robe of night replaces the heat of day...