On evenings like this one, after a long work day, walking through the city, everyone lighter footed as they step out of their offices, the sun dipping through the trees, blurring everything to a gold that melts the streets. Dusk is the most beautiful time of day in Barcelona but across Spain too ; it’s a tiny comfort that the air and light float the same way here as back home where I grew up in the south. Every other moment of the day is too hot, too chaotic, too hurried but as the sun fades away ; I can’t quite explain, it’s calming but exhilarating all at once. It’s the hour where a beginning and an end flow into each other. It’s the responsibility of a week draining away into the freedom of a Friday night. I often wish we could have one entire day of dusk every month, wouldn’t that be lovely? No sun too harsh or bright, no colder night just that amber, dappled light on continuous flow. It always too quickly goes away.