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| At night in Mexico - Ivan Ramirez Photography |
The sky in Mexico doesn’t rush into darkness.
It takes its time.
At the resort, just before night fully arrived, there was this soft pause — a stretch of quiet blue and fading gold where everything felt slower. The pool lights hadn’t come on yet. The palm trees swayed without sound. People moved gently, as if even footsteps had to whisper.
I took this shot right then. Not because it was dramatic — just because it felt like something I wanted to remember.
Twilight has that strange kind of stillness, like a page between chapters.
Not day, not night. Just in-between.
I think I like the in-between spaces more than I used to.
“La tarde canta en voz de ámbar, el crepúsculo de la nostalgia.” — Pablo Neruda
