My favorite light is the light right before the sun goes down. It is a light of spun gold. When that warm light takes center stage, everything just feels right. The work of the day is done. Life slows down.
So, tonight, as the sun made it's firey exit off of Key West, as it caught the folds of a heavy, muslin beach hammock and transformed it into flowing silk, as it caught the calm surf just off the shoreline reef and dotted it's crystaline blue with gold and orange, I warmed my spirit as I will soon warm my hands by the fire. The work of the day is done.