The exact time varies by season, but I love the “blue hour” - that twilight time when streetlights turn on but there’s still enough natural light to see by. I’ve loved it in the city, in suburbia, and now I love it in the countryside. There’s something almost magical about it, and it makes me feel dreamy yet energized.
The exact time varies by season, but I love the “blue hour” - that twilight time when streetlights turn on but there’s still enough natural light to see by. I’ve loved it in the city, in suburbia, and now I love it in the countryside. There’s something almost magical about it, and it makes me feel dreamy yet energized.
I love that time too, unless I’m driving, as visibility is always horrible (in my experience). Weirdly, once it’s properly dark it’s all fine again.