That time of the day I love the most–but which I don’t get to enjoy as often as I’d like–is that magical hour when the world is poised for a sunset. It is the stuff of poetry: soft dusk slowly descends in mauves, yellows, purples. Day gives way to lilac evenings.
Sunrise allows golden hours to happen. But sunrises are also magical hours! Darkness is banished by the saffron-colored sun. On trips, especially to beaches, my husband and I arise with the morning sun, the only time we get to catch it, to watch the slumbrous world stretch, eager to begin work for the day.
And on, and on, and on.