Into the Night

As I sat watching the sunset on the 20th December, the sky turned from cerulean blue to pale blue, then a slight blush of pink crept up the sky gradually deepening to a deep glowing rose pink. All the world appeared to be holding it's breath. The trees and bushes were unmoving sentinels. Not a creature could be seen or heard as a slight sepia tint crept into the 'time between times'. A deep hush fell. A presence could be felt. Then, the deep colour began to drain from the sky, leaving a pale ghost of it's previous colour tinting the clear expanse a pale violet before gradually transmuting to grey and ultimately giving way to deep twilight and, at last, night.