During those days it begins to collect itself, and builds more energy until it is whole again. I don't suppose the moon would grow weary of this process like a human might. I'm watching the crows fly home to roost. We want to get home before dark and leave at first light. To be home before dark, to go at dawn.
Dusk implies shadow, edgeless clarity.
Dawn is rising, beginning, new. The light seems to come from behind, from down below as a sheet of light from behind then the landscape and then another sheet of light. The two sheets mesh. They give volume. This a.m. the light was earlier and lighter.