Memories of the Dark

When our older son was small, he had a kind of fascination with the process of sundown and the evening sky. He divided the sundown process into three pieces and named each piece.
The first was the “blue dark”. This was the time after sundown, but while the western sky was still basically blue in color. The second phase he named the “purple dark”. As you can imagine, this was the darker phase where the sky generally turns a reddish purple and it becomes somewhat difficult to see clearly. The last stage was “black dark”. This was the time when night fell.
As we drove to Sterling this evening, I was able to witness all three phases of the sundown process and recalled with some fondness the times past and gone when we would talk about the blue dark, purple dark, and black dark. The sky was especially pretty tonight with a few rather wispy clouds in the western sky and a change in colors from minute to minute.
There are many things that happen now which remind me of some time or some event past and gone. This is but one. Thankfully, we tend to recall the good things more than the bad. Happy memories.