It was that magical hour—
the hour of the dusk.
Even though the streetlights came on
they made no difference.
People went home,
the ferry left the terminal,
only the glimpse of eternity …
stayed on.
Such is the magic of dusk.
by Anirban Ray
Jeffrey Street Wharf, Sydney
It was that magical hour—
the hour of the dusk.
Even though the streetlights came on
they made no difference.
People went home,
the ferry left the terminal,
only the glimpse of eternity …
stayed on.
Such is the magic of dusk.