Late Sunday afternoon,
that time
outside of time,
when all expectations
are suspended,
I stand in that light-
that certain light-
filled with the softness
of a pause,
time deferred,
I breathe in gold
and exhale
peace.
I love “I breathe in gold and exhale peace.” There is something about that hour when the light turns golden that I absolutely love. It never gets old, is forever an astonishment.
I love “I breathe in gold and exhale peace.” There is something about that hour when the light turns golden that I absolutely love. It never gets old, is forever an astonishment.
Oh, gorgeousness!!! 🙂 ❤
thanks, Trini – I always appreciate when you drop by!
🙂 ❤