That very brief minute before the World is ready for sleep. Only you and your thoughts, gone for a wonder. The last flicker of light above that faraway hill and suddenly it's evening.
I can only think of one thing, a poem by Salvatore Quasimondo.
"Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera".
I think it translates something in these lines:
"Everybody is alone at the heart of the earth
pierced by a ray of sunshine
and suddenly it is evening"
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