In Kyiv, we have a very dark twilight, so dark that it is almost like night. During the day, I volunteer for the Territorial Defense Forces, delivering food or equipment to soldiers. By night, I draw. Because of the curfew, most of my drawings are from my apartment window. Sometimes, I see an explosion reflected on the glass surface of a skyscraper, or silent flares going up and then burning out in a shower of sparks. One week, I saw anti-aircraft guns firing tracer rounds into the night sky, where a hunt for a Russian drone was under way. Since the Russian Army retreated from Kyiv, the mood in the city has noticeably changed. People are laughing, having coffee, and meeting one another on the street. People answer “Good” when asked “How is it going?” Perhaps the darkness is finally, gradually lifting.