Twilight returns; another blue hour. Two a day seems generous. I’ve waited all night, since the last ambience, perched comfortably against this caressing breeze, bare feet dug half buried in the cool soothing sand, crossed at the ankle. A frenzied calm beats peacefully at my cheek, and a set smile sits perfectly upon my radiating facade. Nothing falters. The dancing wave is pulled by a new moon, sending glistening ripples of a darkened silk echoing toward me- not even stars could consume such dazzle. A purple-hazed horizon hatches before me. Perfection. The dawn of eternity stretches out as far as life itself, and a small lighted yacht, spied in the distant shores, captures my thoughts. The sole flicker of civilisation. You won’t come; at least not in my wanting time, but the wait is a soothing gift. Reclining from comfort, I lay back deep into crunching sands and run fingers through grain after grain, stretching limbs towards four corners of my impalpable box. Palms upturned, I lift them through zenith and turn to watch a thousand dancing particles float softly down. The sheet above me flatly curves into nothingness, still illuminated by a dozen dots of scattered suns. An orange streak has emerged horizontally through the distance, lined by a thick blue bulge of sky that dives deeply into the purple shade. Soon the streak will make way for some golden sphere, and my wait will long into the day, until the next blue hour.