It was almost 5 pm. The downtown office workers hurried to parking decks and cars and the home-bound commute.
Bundled against the early evening chill, I wandered the sidewalks, camera in hand.
The sun was making its rapid descent, ready to kiss the horizon, one final blaze and flash.
With brush in hand, the sun painted the city in broad strokes of golden bronze. For that briefest moment, sunlight illuminated the world with its fiery brilliance.
The “golden hour”. Yes, now I understand.
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