See? I told you I'd write every day in February :)
Okay, I so on my way home today (by which, of course, I mean yesterday), and I was thinking how much I love late afternoon light.
I mean, I really love late afternoon light. That moment, on the way home where you glance at the city over the river, or birds flying toward the trees, or people jogging after work, or hundreds of cars stuck in traffic... and suddenly, the picture takes on a timeless weightlessness. The late afternoon rays turn the scene before you to magic, and the worries and cares of the day, or of the coming night, cease to exist. Just for that moment. You find yourself marvelling that a scene that beautiful exists.
I love the freshness and promise of light in the early morning as well. The gleam of the boats on the river as I head to work. But really, it's that afternoon light that gets me. It holds me for that brief moment, and then releases me happier and more content than I was the moment before. It makes me smile, and start singing along to a song on the radio. Or I find myself starting to reflect on things more important than whatever had been occupying my thoughts in the moments before.
Afternoon light is right up there with blustery rainy days, mountain streams, and silent moonlight over a pristine snowscape.