The French have a saying that translates “between the dog and the wolf” to describe the cusp of day and night, when darkness starts to obscure what we see. To me, the brief window at dusk when daylight recedes and darkness begins to fall is palpably alive. Time seems suspended and senses are heightened – the sky glows in royal blues, sounds fade, an electric stillness fills the air. It is in these moments that the physical world comes into greater relief, and the ordinary is imbued with a sense of magic.