Simon and I are right partial to our crepuscular rounds along the edge of the day, morning and evening. We walk at noon most days, and sometimes at night, if the moon is bright, but the short wanders at twilight seem to excite the imagination most.
Then, stories are liable to rise up from the shadows and flow swiftly across the mind like a fox, hunting and hunted.
I'd never heard that word, crepuscular used in conversation, had only read it, until I was visiting with my friend J. P. Krol on Mount LeConte a couple of weeks ago. He so described a young bear who had been visiting the Lodge as evening fell.
The bear didn't appear while I was there. Perhaps the big word scared him off.