Summer's Golden Hour
Mmm, last week was Summer’s Golden Hour here in upstate NY. Everything was aglow with yellows and oranges and reds. They were vibrant, yet hazy, fading softly away with every day that passed. The air was dank, but not in an oppressive way, rather as though the summer moisture was wicking away from the Earth, but trapped in slow motion from the lingering heat - clinging to the terrain.
All that we harvested was so tender and full, rich with the rain of an entire season. Each evening the buzz of wildlife humming softer and more languidly than the one before.
We were in the Golden Hour of summer here - the climax to the season. All life a thunderclap, a last hurrah, going out with a blaze under the high sun sinking fast. The setting of Summer making way for the rise of Fall. And it was glorious.