An ominous blue haze descends over the last signs of the day, as if threatening to wipe away all trace of the hours before it, like death himself swallowing the last breath of life, his dark, billowing train of smoke enveloping the light, pushing it down beyond the horizon. The hours preceding this moment were still so full of hope, of warmth, of knowing more was to come, of possibilities. As the seconds tick by and the minutes pass, that dark blue haze completes its treacherous role. And with that final act, the day is done and the night is born.