Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Hyperion

To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night. – Paul Simon, “A Poem on the Underground Wall”

No sight is more provocative of awe than is the night sky. – Llewelyn Powys, quoted in Highs by Alex J. Packer

A violet dusk slowly deepens, while bits of Tomorrow start sticking to the last pieces of Today. – Dr.SunWolf, 2015 tweet, professorsunwolf.com