The golden hour
approaches – things that normally I cannot see, are made visible.
The sun acquiesces
humbly his daily task by conceding light beyond the horizon.
My eyes cannot see
light, but I see the hue of orange that is cast across the landscape.
The brightness is tamed;
filtered through immeasurable heavens, beams are softened by the distance. In
an instant, a photographer’s glorious dusk-enhanced rostrum can be sought and
captured, and yet as I watch the setting sun, I experience more than I can see
with my eyes.
I feel threads of warmth
kiss my face. I am prompted with laughter-squinting eyes to joyfully gaze
at this exquisite illumination of the horizon for I know that this is the only
moment I am afforded the opportunity to observe such beauty. Bare shoulders are
caressed in a gift of departure. The long shadows beckon the day be done and
calls the evening forward.
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| Photo credit - Dave Palmer "Photographer Getting the Shot" - Pacific Beach, CA |
