is what hollywood calls it. that 15, maybe 15, minutes of the glorious luminous intense window of time when the sun caresses everything with gold leaf highlights, and you feel adorned, adored.
on this day the blacks were so mysterious, unlike any i'd seen before or since, they made my brain puzzle and puzzle to jump into them, and then back to the gold, both endlessly absorbing me with their mysterious vibrating light. the best air, and the most stunning light, happen after a storm.
it had passed a few hours earlier that afternoon, and then just to top things off, during this moment, tiny sprinkles of droplets alighted on me, making me a sprinkle donut.
when this deep yellow/orange flashes just before sunset, i call it the sun kissing us goodnight at the end of the day before it disappears and sends us the furry black blanket of stars to wrap us up safely for the night.
