In the night

coming into the end of a day
the start of the evening
skylight fades
and stillness threatens to consume
gentler thoughts then were thrashing around
in the time of the afternoon
hush begins to settle in
heart rates relax
eye lids begin to lower
and the space between awake and asleep collide.
That silver, liquid space that has all of the awareness of sleep but a foot firmly planted in the awake state
not here nor there
maybe everywhere
and then we fall into that mind space that is floaty and fuzzy and fits together unconventionally
A tiny memory trail resides whether we see it or not.
each night we gather new information and awake understanding more than we did the day before.