16 September, 2013

the golden hour

tonight, fuelled in part by anger, in part by the desire to stop it with the crying already, in part by the overwhelming desire to cry, i went for the first run in over two years.

it was the golden hour beloved of photographers - everything glows, from the dandelion fluff to the bees dancing around the last of the autumn flowers, the light infuses everything not only with its magic, but with an overwhelming feeling that somehow, despite everything, despite whatever sadness may befall one, everything will be all right. better, even. that all the bad things are nothing but alchemy.

if this reeks of one of those annoying "inspirational" posters, c'est la vie; the golden hour is nothing to joke about, although i did swallow one fly.


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