Lately, I’ve become quite enamored with golden hour.
Once a day (once a dusk?), thanks to the earth’s rotation, artistry happens in the sky. Colors morph and swirl. Reflections on the water take on fiery hues. And it’s not just a fleeting moment. There’s a progression that unfolds over time. Because our atmosphere and our clouds are different each day, no two sunsets are ever quite the same.
As we move from day to night, there is this liminal experience – a transition from one to the other.
This happens every day of our lives. We can simply step outside, or look out a window, and experience it.
Maybe I’m newly enamored with all of this because I, too, feel liminal these days. So many transitions are underway – some personal and some collective. Some are gorgeous. Some are excruciating. And some are simply… unknown.
Do you feel that?
Maybe, in the midst of so much change, we can take some comfort in the fact that sunsets are consistent – even if they’re consistently different.
Every single day.
Every single dusk.
—Renee Roederer
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