“Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond,
Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.” ~ Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond
The Scots call it “the Gloaming” and like many Scottish words it’s far more descriptive and apt than the English equivalent which is “twilight”.
Most often the gloaming refers to evening dusk but not exclusively so, it can also describe the early dawn light.
So this morning as the full moon descended into a misty cloud bank drifting over the lower slopes of the Purcell Mountains it all seemed very gloaming-like to me on the bonnie banks of the Columbia River.