In Hebrew there's a term - ba' erev, I think - that describes that magic time. It literally means "between the evenings".For me it’s not so much a place but a place in time. Let me explain. In the south we have live oak trees. These are large and often ancient oaks with massive almost mushroom like canopies. Now, there is a point in the evening when the directional light and shadow give way to an indistinct failing light that transitions into twilight and then darkness. The oaks seem to hold this light as it plays across the sky and you can watch the watercolor pink and golds, blues and purples change moment to moment.that’s my pipe time and that’s my sacred place in the cathedral of creation at the close of day.
This very moment is that time. Cheers gentlemen.