Dusk is a four letter word.
As much as I like mornings... I dislike evenings. By this time of day, I'm worn out and getting sluggish. The beauty of the sunset is gone, and it has not yet been replaced by the grandeur of the stars. It is the gloomiest of times for me. And yet, I try to perk my spirits up by recalling these lines from Reflections of Earth:
Every evening brings an ending. Every day becomes a legacy.
Every sunset leads to morning with the promise of opportunity.