Golden Glow at 7 o'clock

One of my favorite parts of the day is right before dusk. It's not when the sun exactly sets, but it's the hour before, when its still bright enough to be part of the midday, but starts to slowly darken. Today that moment begins at 7 o'clock.As I look outside the sun no longer hits the top of the buildings, with a bright light. Instead it seems to warm up the bottom parts of the buildings, like a small glow of a fire almost burnt out. The clouds shift and sweep across the blue sky, whispy and whimsical. The sky is a combination of light blues, pale purples, faint yellows, grays and whites. It looks like an impressionist painting. It's like looking out into a fairytale of a scene, a dream that swirls around the harshness of New York City.

For a moment at least it seems that the city is caught up in fantasy, instead of living in the realness that consumes the masses here.

The best part however is the golden glow of light that caresses the edges of the buildings. It's a warm, yummy caramel color that makes me feel like I just drank a hot cup of coca. There's a sense of kindness in the light, a kind of gentility that breaks up the bright sunshine of the rest of the day with the dark mystery of the night.

And slowly it starts to melt into that dark mystery, except that right before it disappears the light seems to get brighter. A quick flash of the sun, and then the last of the golden glow trails away like the delicate chain of a necklace.



Mmmmm.....................