In the early evening you are aware of the light, as it’s still there. It introduces a stretched kind of time that belongs to summer, when the day is over but it is also not yet night. Perhaps it’s time to stay a little longer; to watch the clouds and the sky and the intensified colours that precede the sunset. That’s what you do. The soft blue mingles with streaks of pink, blues and pinks and purples spread across the sky. A bright dark orange seems to come through the blue, as if it had been waiting behind it, shading the bricks of the apartment building across the street, and as if the light temporarily coates everything it touches with a layer of ‘specialness’. Take a final close look, before the world goes dark.
Only now I read that the rays of the Sun encounter atmospheric particles which filter the sunlight (like dust and water droplets) when the Sun is just above the horizon, creating this special light, the golden hour. It makes me think of the beam of Sunlight yesterday morning and the floating p a r t i c l e s that became visible.
I had bought some wine earlier, a bottle of Shiraz from Western Cape, for the occasion. You are watching a perfectly shaped triangle of birds flying over as you start to feel the effect of the alcohol… you are not so used to alcohol these days… It quickly alienates you from your surroundings and ironically it makes you fall asleep before the sun is down.