Already it is the "Golden Hour." It is strange to realize how quickly darkness falls at this time of the year. In the height of summer, we have light for 3 more hours than we do in the winter. The sun is gilding the snow. Bringing out the crystalline properties, it glitters in this softer, more gentle light.
I love winter sunlight. It is pale and golden all at the same time. The tops of the pines over by "The Meadows" and "Jay Lodge" are still waving gently in the wind, almost as if they are bending down with a courtly bow or waving hello to a dear friend. The sky is perfectly blue, no clouds to mar the golden shower of light.
But how quickly it is gone. Soon, the light will begin to come back. And slowly, like a reluctant school child, it will creep back to us and grace us with it's presence for a longer period of time. I love that time too, for though it is crazy and busy friends surround me, old & new.
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