If I were to have a favorite time of day, it would be Golden Hour. Inching to the horizon almost imperceptibly, beginning when the sun is at shoulder level. Where the meadow is a rich amber green and everything the setting sun touches bears a golden tone. Edges of the plants are outlined in translucent honey light. Heat of the after noon is traded for cooler dusk...
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2 comments:
E Gads, madre!!!!! That is simply beautiful!!!!! I love your discription of our favourite time of day!!!! I love you sooo much!!!!! I'm soo glad you're a writer!!!! It gives me juice to write beautifully, God is a given!! Mucho Amour!!!!
Sam
Nice. Very nice.
And welcome to blogging- so good to see you're here!
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