I love these long summer evenings when the sun seems to hover on the horizon casting rosy rays across the landscape.
Everything seems to be in suspended animation, languidly drifting into the soft filtered light.
Sounds ordinarily drowned out by daytime clatter are now sharp and distinct.
The little brown wren sings her song of life in the underbrush, while the creek in the valley below suddenly rises in crescendo in the hush of lengthening shadows.
As the forest air cools at the end of the day, a breeze picks up the scent of fading flowers, of damp mossy earth beneath lush undergrowth so thick it remains in perpetual gloom.
A single drop of nectar clings to vivid waxy flowers, a favorite of the tiny iridescent hummingbirds that visit during the heat of the summer day, glowing like jewels in the sunlight.
Colors take on a rich, velvety hue in the saturated atmosphere.
Shadows deepen, highlighting the sculptural quality of simple forms.
I stop and enjoy the quiet interlude between day and night, while warm breezes play.
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