Unseen Beauty: A Journal

Magic hour

Twilight: magic hour. It is the intake of breath, the pause between where the world shifts from the brilliant colors of daytime into the dim shadows of night. It is the moment when it is most easy to believe in wonder, as the familiar shapes and colors of the daytime fade into the shadows becoming for a moment something new, not yet cloaked in the mystery of night, yet not quite the things we take for granted in the bright kiss of the sun. It is magic hour, a moment of cobalt and periwinkle, a place of purple and grey.