When twilight falls, a curtain of amber, a transition from day to night, everything breathes its freedom in the quiet, a moment penned in nature’s diary, a fleeting glance at infinity, a tranquil goodbye to the day.
- Tadeusz Różewicz
When twilight falls, a curtain of amber, a transition from day to night, everything breathes its freedom in the quiet, a moment penned in nature’s diary, a fleeting glance at infinity, a tranquil goodbye to the day.