Out in the late afternoon I felt as if I was immersed in the particles of mist that lingered after the rain. Fog began to settle and the gray blanket swallowed details to the point that the boundaries of my mood and the day softened and dissolved into a smooth sheet. I have been pondering the December gray as the weather report predicts a week of rain. Wondering how to retain my sense of wonder in the continued gray. Sometimes it seems like rain brings out the color in the landscape. But tonight it was the opposite. I wore my tangerine raincoat like a flag waving hello to the people I passed in town.
It is at Dusk that the most interesting things occur, for that is when simple differences fade away. I could live in everlasting Dusk.
–Olga Tokarczuk, from Drive Your Plow Over the Bones of the Dead (tr. from the Polish by Antonia Lloyd-Jones)