I was taking a bath when a streak of light hit my skin. From the gap between my wooden window, it came with the color of fire — the kind of orange you get when you light a lamp in the midst of a dim room. The ones we used to play with during brownouts.
The clock strikes 5:49 pm and a wave of nostalgia begins.
Was amazed by today’s sunset and I had to write a little something. Also, linking this to this week’s OLN hosted by Grace. Have a great weekend, everyone!
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January 12, 2020 at 4:49 am
I like those shadows and silhouettes in the photo.
January 12, 2020 at 5:59 am
Never having experienced burn-outs the color you describes reminds me more of the kerosene light of a cabin in the mountain… still so many memories.
January 13, 2020 at 9:39 pm
Sunsets are my favorite time of the day. Love the words and photo.