The twilight treat window

Blue hour is the garden’s polite version of urgency. The sky is still readable, the air cools, and the biscuits of daylight have not quite run out.

I treat it like a treat window: not a deadline, just a good moment to look up before the porch light wins the argument. You do not need gear. You need curiosity and a willingness to stand still for three breaths.

If the weather sulks, try again tomorrow. Orbits keep their appointments even when we miss ours.