The Magic Hour of the Twilight

Summary

The author reflects on the joy and contentment found in a mature, loving relationship, particularly during the serene twilight hours.

Abstract

The text is a personal reflection on the author's experience of love, which has entered their life during a period of maturity. The author describes a deep appreciation for the quiet, late afternoon hours, drawing a parallel between the fading light of day and the comforting presence of their partner. This love is characterized by mutual respect for their differences and the simple, profound pleasures of shared moments, such as watching a sunset together. The author feels an overwhelming sense of happiness and fulfillment, understanding love as a nurturing force that has revitalized their soul.

Opinions

The author values the tranquility of late afternoons, associating it with a time when life's issues seem to resolve naturally.
Love is seen not as a connection between soul mates, but as an appreciation for the differences between two individuals.
The partner's presence is described as essential to the author's sense of home and well-being.
The author perceives love as a miraculous and transformative experience, quoting Cecília Meireles to express the depth of this feeling.
A moment of shared coffee and bread during a sunset is highlighted as a pivotal point in realizing the profound happiness and simplicity that love brings.
The author feels an emotional tenderness so intense that it brings a desire to weep, recognizing this as a true manifestation of love.
The transition from day to night, symbolized by twilight, mirrors the author's internal transformation and joy derived from being in love.

The Magic Hour of the Twilight

He came into my life, bold and gentle, feeding me thirsting for love!

“Courtesy of Misa Ferreira de Rezende”

I like when I enter my house in the afternoon and I do not intend to leave later. I breath deeply relieved as I close the door. I do not fear the dangerous time of the afternoon like the character Ana from the short story “Love”. Perhaps because now I am older and my mother used to say that with maturity almost all the issues will be resolved naturally. Perhaps because I like this time of the afternoon when the day is almost night and honestly my nature is inclined to gloom, to shadows, the colors of twilight and the whispers of the night. Or just perhaps “God gave me a love in the time of maturity … because I have a love”, as the poet said.

And what is a love? It is someone who came to meet me and we started walking side by side. We are not soul mates, quite the contrary, we are infinitely different souls. With him I learned to love differences.

What is a love? That’s a guy who is at home and when I arrive I say, hello baby! And I know he is upstairs and he’s going to wave me down the stairs. And if he doesn’t, I realize the house is nothing without his presence. That’s the guy who when I complain of a headache, affectionately , he pretends to take the pain away pressing a point in the middle of my forehead and another one in my spine because (he explains to me) they both converge on the tantric meridian that makes the upward force to the 7th Chakra, located at the top of the head.

What is a love? For me it is what comes to us “always more than what comes in miracles”. Now I can better understand this verse by Cecília Meireles.

However, I was only really sure that he was the love of my life when we enjoyed coffee and bread for a long time watching the sunset in some afternoon. I felt a happiness that pulsed so strongly in my chest that I thought I would die from exploding my heart. Never life had seemed so simple, so right, so full, so perfect! I closed my eyes to retain that magical moment and keep it in the most secret corner of my soul. He was my love who came into my life, bold and gentle, feeding my devastated body and soul thirsting for love. I just remember that I had a great urge to cry of tenderness. I understood that this could be what people say love is.

And when the magic hour of twilight comes, I fall enchanted and I watch the last rays of the setting sun and the miracle of the day becoming night in the blink of an eye. And I feel shamelessly happy because I have a love.