Romanced by the Twilight

Many a time I was asked why I was sitting there, if I required any assistance. I would smile and kindly shake my head, for I myself did not even know what I needed. The years of schooling in London had not prepared me for what I had experienced here. The air was intoxicating, a scent that stirred deep within me. Watching others pass by became my hobby at this time of day. The sun, as it had just begun its descent behind the purple peaked mountains, created a display of magnificent colors that ranged from the pinks to the light blues and yellows. This was better than anything I had experienced in the cafes of Paris, or on the shores of Spain. There was just something about this place that held my attention and would not let go. I then realized I was being romanced by the twilight.