Thursday, April 11, 2013

golden hour

there is a sliver of time before sunset known as the golden hour. when the sun pours across windows and through tree branches. when i walk to the mailbox in my flip flops and feel the small gravel stones against my feet. there is a breath at this hour unlike any other. a release of the day, a sending off of upsets and stresses and disappointments. at the old cottage, my favorite place to soak in this special half hour was sitting on the countertop, my calves resting against the cupboards. but here in this new place, its on the driveway. watching as robert and pablo pull up in the truck and both come falling into my arms.

the day can wear. oh, it can wear a girl down. but all it takes are moments like this, pieced together through a lifetime, to build us back again.


chambanachik said...

:) I miss your blogging.

thisisme said...

Beautiful words, as always.

Morgan Lewis said...

I needed this today more than ever. Thank you!

Blondie's Journal said...

Beautiful and uplifting. I often wonder how you are doing.


Eleanor at Mirror Of My World said...

i love your writing so much xx

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