When the sun goes down slightly on the western horizon and the day approaches its end, my city squeezes out the last drops of the sun and so, neither illuminated nor in the dark, it slowly sinks into a mild twilight.
On the eve of the day, when the blazing sun all day long finally loses its battle and falters, the copper skies above my city and the hills surrounding it merge into a unique, breathtaking picture. Illuminated by hidden light and colored in the red sky, it shines as the dark blue peaks of the hills gently penetrate it.
Those fireworks of colors, their incredible gameplay, and harmony make my city beautiful. As the last rays of the sun scatter through the streets and tree-lined avenues, tall tree canopies shuffle and blink silently, shining in the pale light. In a large park between the covered tops of grasses like thousands of scattered coins, they shine. Green Forests lightly sink in the purple twilight. They are quiet and peaceful, finally ready for a night and a peaceful sleep.
From the shore overgrown with trees, tall and wide trees cast a shadow over the glittering surface of the river, reflecting in it. When the sun goes down and the red color of dusk disappears in the darkness, the river will become a mirror for the moon that is born just above it. The silence of the dark night will be greater and greater, and my city will slowly sink into it.
As the sun rises and the night approaches, in the twilight that turns light into shine, my city glows and radiates with some extraordinary beauty. Halfway from light to dark, it becomes part of a spell that is difficult to describe in words.
