I think it is typical of me that my favourite moments of the day - the edge of the morning sun, the last breath of the day exhaled as twilight, and the driving wind that runs before the thunderstorm to herald its coming - are fleeting.
Blink, and you miss them.
And that is because my favourite moments, just like my favourite places, are right on the margin between being one thing and another.
Neither fish nor fowl, nor good red herring.
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