The Golden Hour, beloved of poets, artists, and dreamers.
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It is that magical time when the landscape seems to be lit from within.
Every cell of plant or animal and each molecule of rock and soil is suffused with that soft golden hue.
This is the moment when time stands still and just for a while the veils are lifted and it becomes possible to see into the heart of all that there is.
The shimmering ineffable spark of life reveals itself in all its magnificence before the dusk draws the day to a gentle close.
Photo: Cork oak grove on the mountain. Courtesy of the author.