Sitting in the back seat of the somewhat cramped Suburu WRP, I watched the world race by in the failing light. The horizon glowed a gentle pastel orange and the landscape began to dim.

The twilight gives a mystery to everything seen, like a beautiful young woman wearing a brief and tight dress – not leaving much to the imagination while still keeping the essentials covered.

In the twilight, the trees beg you to look closer and discover the features hidden by the remnant of light. In the full harsh light of day one tree would however look much like another and indeed one tree may look sickly and entirely undesirable. In the twilight each is magical and each is a mystery to be discovered.

I contemplate that perhaps the dusk matches my nature to some degree – the aloof. The aloof do not give much away about themselves; enough only to draw one’s attentions. This is the way of the aloof – dragging out the interests of others by forcing them to enquire deeper in a vain attempt to understand them. Only those who know the aloof for a long time have any idea of their true nature, thoughts, and desires. Often not even close family members will know their aloof member. It’s not that they are particularly complicated; it is simply that it can take a long time for them to fully trust another and to give themselves wholly.

Trust is a big issue for the aloof. Basic distrust of others leads to a paranoid personality, and even close friends can become scrutinised for imagined attacks on the character. Perhaps the aloof are afraid of the light of day as they are afraid that their inner most self laid bare to the world would show an ugliness not many could condone.

The twilight and the aloof are kin.