Golden Hour

Walking through the campus in the golden hour. Even concrete looks lovely when its glistening from the dewy bliss of the early afternoon. Golden. Everything is golden and misty glow

Floral scents of the winter garden awaken my senses. I love the familiar faces in the lecture room. The unfamiliar ones of the street I also love. Carrying unique and special aspirations, fears, desires, various responsibilities, propensities and connections on their faces. The individual in the crowd shines. They are beautiful. If they were alone, completely alone, I don’t know if the same kind of beauty would be savoured. There is a glow on each of their faces because of the root we share. The golden light looks so good on you. I can’t help to fall in love in these moments. Talk to me, and I’ll answer back tenderly. I will say the things you want to hear. I will give you all the warmth I can afford if it means we can appreciate this creation. I see a glimpse of your lens now. Is this what you see as well? Is this how you feel about all these things too?