The Golden Hour

Last night was one of those gorgeous nights.  The kind that makes me want to go off into the middle of the woods somewhere and just wander.

Or at least, to the trail by my parents' house that I spent so much of my time at in high-school. 

After the storm ended - the rain stopped falling and the thunder quieted to a distant rumble - the air surrounding my little town turned almost golden, and there was a softness that I've been looking for all week. 

The golden hour, which I realize is not elusive, but somehow I couldn't catch it for even a moment this week.



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