Grayced the Cat naps in the evening golden hour. I smile at his repose while thinking of all the hours he has spent comforting me in my continuing recovery. Each day I walk further and Grayced is home waiting to fill my lap with soothing purrs … while avoiding the ice pack on my knee.
The day started with dark roiling clouds. Wind disrupted electricity flow as the noon hour struggled to provide a bite of lunch with trees losing last leaves. Rain pelted anyone who streaked toward cars for a drive home. Then everything stopped and all breathed the other worldly golden hour. You don’t dare blink and then the twilight has begun.
Jordan Lake. At the golden hour this morning, I found mama Godiva out on the perch in front of her nest. That is dad Hershey that you can see inside of the nest, just to the left of the main trunk. Their egg(s) should hatch just about any day now. So I am watching very very closely!
the great egret, brilliant white, glowed in the golden hour light of the dawn
winter morning golden hour, Big Lake, Umstead State Park
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