When the silvery day prepares to meet the golden night there is a moment of magic. It is like a desperate lover’s embrace, a holding on, knowing that they must soon be separated again. And in that moment of passion, golden sparks fly, a stillness descends on all who witness this daily miracle. It is the time of day that makes us sigh in awe of the magical planet we live on.
One reply on “Day One Hundred Sixty Six, July 7, 2011”
So lovely…