crepuscular

Horns enter and the song begins to feel like a futuristic take on the crepuscular, narcotic blues of Mingus’s “Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.”

The wolf ignites a crepuscular uncertainty about what’s fact and what’s fable, about how to differentiate between bared teeth and lolling tongue.

The first, for bass flute and electronics, establishes a crepuscular atmosphere with spare, breathy gestures that grow more ragged, as if on the run.

As “Women Talking” opens, women assemble in the crepuscular shadows of the barn to decide what they will do: Nothing?

Ben Stanton’s lighting, flashy and subdued, bathes the stage in crepuscular tones.