As I sit in my brother’s home, in the quiet of nap time, my niece and nephews sleeping above me and across the hall I came across this passage in a book I’m currently reading and was instantly taken to the time of day described. If you can’t tell I am eagerly awaiting the seasonal change!
“There is a particular kind of afternoon sun that exists only in autumn. A golden light drapes itself over the world of that hour. It falls through the afternoon sky, fine and faint as a swirl of cigarette smoke caught in the wind, nearly transparent. So sweet, that light, insisting softly, goldly against the windows.”
Excerpt from The Twelve Tribes of Hattie by Ayana Mathis