My favorite time of day are the minutes between dusk and night during the dark days of winter, when the sky still has hints of lighter blue near the horizon and yet stars are shinning above it. My even more favorite experience is to awaken into the vast nothingness of this time after a nap on a weekend afternoon. To go to sleep light and to wake up dark still on the same day is a beautiful reminder of gift of timelessness. Time is a demanding drill sergeant, never divergent in its direction forward. Yet, when a day’s sun-filled hours are divided into unique panes of conscious, even the fastidious commands of time can be broken. A veil lifted into the quiet stillness experienced between both panes, not quite yet in one and no longer in the other. Everything can be explained in these eerie moments, and strangely, nothing really need be. All the bustle stops just long enough to feel the remarkable silence of the unwavering now.