There is a delicacy to the sunlight in the hours that fall late in a day, especially in the season of winter. The light is pure and quiet, as if nature wipes the palette clean and pays whispered reverence to the closing of the day.
The magic time is here.
These are the hours which can hold the very best of a day – rest, readiness, reverie … all are welcome, all feel right.
If a day could be thought of as a garment … this afternoon light may be,
the hem of a long silken skirt which catches the grass as softly padding feet pass by … or perhaps it is a pretty ivory-coloured flower, carefully tucked behind the ear of one who wears loose curls and a secret smile.
The sun falls gracefully towards its nightly slumber, happily going gently into that good night* … And so the day’s golden hue begins to scatter, but nothing is lost … rather something wondrous is gained.
Do you see it too?
(*with apologies to Dylan Thomas)