I love the gentleness
of the sun
as it bids farewell
to another day.
Golden
is the perfect
name for it.
Precious.
The intensity of the day
is set aside;
the darkness of the night
has not yet arrived.
For the briefest
moment in 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;
a gentle light
that is the
Golden Hour.
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