I Love the
gentleness
of the sun
as it bids
farewell
to another day.
Golden.
That is the perfect
name for it.
Precious.
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
stillness
in the transition.
A calmness,
a beauty.
It is a gentle light,
our Golden Hour.
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