One Hundred Forty

Dusk invades late in the day and light begins to drain from the sky. As nightfall approaches, the speed of its disappearance accelerates, as if daylight were running away as fast as it can from the approaching darkness.  Is darkness the absence of light or is light the absence of darkness? The answer is clear, but only insofar as we understand the imponderable, only as clear as we allow it to be.