Sometimes when the evening’s first twilight br folds over me and the air changes from blue br to grey, I think of you br while the day so suddenly becomes night br as if you can walk in here at any moment br br and it’s like another night br where we were together br and watched the sunset br on the porch br while we celebrated dinner br and I wonder if that hour br also wakes up thoughts with you br which you remember like I do?br br Gert Strydombr br