… and the electric fan running, and the tropical dusk cooled by a light shower of rain that’s fast dissipating.
Ever felt that moment of anticipation right as the sun goes down, a spreading feeling of giddiness as city lights start blinking on and you stand watching – from a rooftop or balcony height perhaps, the wind in your hair and possibly a drink in your hand – waiting for something wonderful, something magical, to happen? You’re very nearly certain that once you finish that drink and step out (not off — although you briefly wish you could fly), it will.
I’ve never actually had those expectations met, but I’ve always liked the feeling of anticipation.
(Not that I’m going out tonight. I have a ton of stuff I haven’t finished… and another ton of stuff I haven’t even begun.)
But right at dusk, it’s easy to hold on to that feeling of “what if… anything can happen.”