“Bursts of gold on lavender melting into saffron. It’s the time of day when the sky looks like it has been spray-painted by a graffiti artist.”
do I cherish hope or contentment?
Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise… nothing is more divine than the hues of saffron and lavender of the setting sun.
Funny isn’t our visual is a sun rising from the mountains and setting by the sea. Yet what is the good of stars, and trees, the sunrise, the sunset, or the winds if they do not enter into our daily lives?
Like Nicholas sparks notes in the Notebook, dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that things cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time.” like him I wonder too, how to be always together yet forever apart?
As Mary Balogh says in, A Summer to Remember “and yet day and night meet fleetingly at twilight and dawn, their merging sometimes affords the beholder the most enchanted moments of all the twenty-four hours. A sunrise or sunset can be ablaze with brilliance and arouse all the passions, all the yearnings, in the soul of the beholder.”
Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and sunset with peaches. Cool to warm, so is the progression from childhood to old age.
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone for eternity.