Sigh for Betty Daniel Long twilight slow diminishment of light almost unnoticed, until the glacier is gone, your hand a silhouette. There is relief in darkness, the sag and wrinkles invisible, the expectations of the day evaporate, like the low hung clouds giving way to the half moon belly dancing on the water, not to be compared to the light of afternoon- the endless day you once took for granted. There are moments of sparkle in the darkness the firefly, the flame that also brings warmth, and too, mingled with memories of your full life. At this hour, you risk delight.