I pulled someone outside to behold the spectacle of the twilight tiger clouds in the fading sunlight. And they spoke of triviality. Stupid things. That, which could be repaired.
And I hissed in the tongues of feral cobras and meditative demons;
"What does it matter? Look at this most beautiful portrait. Enjoy the moment, because it will never come again, no matter how you try."
My lesson was learned or lost. Black or white. Profound truth or a waste of oxygen. It doesn't matter. I watched the twilight tigers fade to shades of Grey, ever so grateful for the moment.