The Garden of the Seasons: Twilight of the Idols -- or Idylls -- and It Happens Every Night

Winter, with its short days and early sunsets, puts a premium on twilight watching. January has offered a lot of good ones to watch this year, to which I have posted here some photographic allusions.
      Here are few thoughts about twilight: Right from the top, we have of course perhaps everybody's favorite classic TV series title: "The Twilight Zone." 
          I start with one of my recent allusions to that classic entertainment that not only gave us a favorite phrase, but perhaps a name for whole genre of thinking about the weirdness that human beings can get up to:
American voters and our sick, archaic electoral college voting system seating the current pretender in the White House is like putting the whole country through a "Twilight Zone" episode.
          Here's classical reference (found while searching for information about the ancient Roman Republic destroyed by the famous Empire) that winds up with a familiar metaphor: "Dramatic artist, natural scientist and philosopher, Plutarch is widely regarded as the most significant historian of his era, writing sharp and succinct accounts of the greatest politicians and statesman of the classical period. His famous work The Lives, a series of biographies spanning the Graeco-Roman age, illuminates the twilight of the old Roman Republic from 157-43 BC."  
          On a homier note, my comment on a sunset/moonrise combination glimpsed last August: "Twilight over Quincy Harbor, viewed from Wollaston Beach. The full moon up before full darkness."
           Last month (December 2018) I went back to the metaphorical well for a comment on a picture of Rod Sterling, used by a Facebook post that imagines Sterling's persuasive narrative voice intoning, "Imagine if you will a country in which 1 percent of the population controls almost all the wealth and power, and  [ wait for it] The other 99 percent are so brain-washed they fight vigorously to keep it that way."
           To which I appended, "We must be in the Twilight Zone. A world of horrific contradictions that make decent people run screaming into the streets."
           
            Finally from my recent 'Calendar Poems," published this month on Verse-Virtual.com:

January
More Snow Coming
 
Blue snow at twilight
The silence of the day.
On our daughter’s Beirut balcony
the bougainvillea grows new leaves.
 
           For the record, I'm not into vampires, and so I will make no reference to the entertainment conglomerate that dared to steal the magically suggestive word 'twilight' for pecuniary purposes. 
           You don't have to be an immortal, or a magical being of any sort, to appreciat and feel a special connection with the magical hour, when day (somehow) turns into night (how about that?) and everything that was clear and distinct turns into a shadier, quieter, spookier (perhaps) and mystical version of what we thought it was. 
          And, weirdest of all, the magic happens every day.