The Golden Hour

This golden hour emerged as the sun began singing from the west; a warm and endearing folkish tune. The water was the perfect receptacle for the golden rays dripping all around.

Last Drop of Summer

The moment before dusk, the sun is still shining in the hills before me. The calendar says it’s autumn, but I can still feel summer hovering with one last deep breath. This moment seems to sprinkle magic on the tips of wheat as it blows in the field. It’s such a fleeting moment.  I always…