I wonder if there is a word in any language that describes the longing that humans feel around sunset. I say humans and not just me, because a longing so deep and intense cannot possibly be individual experience. I say humans because I have seen it and recognised it in multiple spaces and on multiple locations. Longing so deep, it almost feels like remembering. Longing so intense it feels like magic. Many years ago someone asked me what is magic. I wrote a long article on it, but didn’t answer the question. Now I have the answer. Magic is remembering what it is to be human in all our glory and fragility.