nearly night

The window of my office looks blue, that blue that outside starts to look in winter when it's not dark yet, but almost. Nearly night. Not twilight, because this seems to me to be more of a summer thing, not like this steely blue I can see outside my window. Usually I'm not in the office this late, or at least not to write.
Inside the light is yellow, my characters are receptive to direction, and there is a box of caramels on my desk--which is reason enough to be happy.