The sky was lit ever so faintly by a crescent moon, and as its baby blue dusk faded to black, the parking lot filled with cars nestled as snugly together as the couples that sat inside them.
Sitting there al fresco after twilight faded to dusk and then to evening, on a clear autumn night, I looked around and thought about how Harlem has been so marvelously transformed by a young generation that recognized the neighborhood's great bones and knew it would be a wonderful place to live, raise kids, and drop across the street for a bottle of wine and good food at places like Vinatería.
At night, lights twinkle in the distance; at dusk the fading rays of the sun shimmer on mirror-smooth water.
Suddenly the wilderness is all around me, silent in the fading dusk.
It is most unmistakable at dusk, when the fading light reflects off the colored tiles, making the whole place shimmer as if it were a jewel box.
We gather at dusk in the fading light to spy on deer, foxes and badgers emerging from their daytime cover, reclaiming their native realm.
Moored at a specially constructed dock 100 metres off the coast of Beirut, a huge hulk of a ship rises impressively at dusk against the fading pinks and blues of the western sky.
As the sky fades to dusk, the lights in the city go on one by one.
At 4 p.m., you will toss your bags in the car, grab a couple of cold drinks and hit the road, only to languish in bumper-to-bumper traffic until the last glimmer of daylight fades to dusk.
As the dusk call to prayer fades from the tall minaret of the 12th-century Koutoubia Mosque, hundreds of men and boys in soiled chefs' whites erect makeshift food stalls to feed Marrakesh's 1,001 appetites.
