Friday, February 21, 2014

53. I Love ... the Golden Hour

I Love the
of the sun
as it bids
to another day.


That is the perfect 
name for it.


The intensity of the day,
set aside;
the darkness of the night
has not yet arrived.

For the briefest of time there is a 
perfect light
cast over the world.

Shadows are softer;
birdsong is softer.

There is a
in the transition.
A calmness,
a beauty.

It is a gentle light,
our Golden Hour.

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