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Golden Hour

Updated: Dec 5, 2019

As I watch the masked sunset settling behind the trees, the twilight sings the melodies of a thousand song birds. I make you laugh with corny word play and one-liners. Your top lip slips away, and your smile sinks me. How you do it with ease, taking my thoughts and settling all of my nerves. Life with you is easy, its simple, serine, powerful, humbling, and always uplifting. The power, grace, and yearning you have for our world’s natural beauty fascinates me and I can’t help but be amazed in the little things that make you who you are.

The orange and blue hues left behind–as the sun relaxes behind the forest top–tease me into wishing to have even a few more minutes with her grandeur; get to hear a few more of those songs. Just as you leave behind with me, the endless desire to hear just a couple more of your stories and what makes you the beautiful soul you are…

In your golden hour we laugh and tell stories, making priceless memories as the fields behind us only feel like a backdrop of tranquility. Then, it is gone. Leaving behind a pink hazy sky and the emptiness as you close the door. Until our next golden hour.

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