saturday afternoon seemed especially long - longer than usual for a midwinter day. just before the sun sank down behind the mountains here on firefly road, walter and i piled into the car and drove up to an undeveloped development (i know) at the very end and top of the road, where the views always manage to take my breath away. no one else is ever there - not a single house, nor car, nor other human being. it can be a little scary, that way - but lovely, too.
this really is the view from there; my house is nestled down the way somewhere. what a lovely world this can be, when seen in the right light. my son calls this the magic hour - he, who works with photographs and film. i love that technical name for this light, all golden and soft. it makes everything seem like, for that moment anyway, every little thing will be okay.
walter got to run around without a leash, i got to stand and stare and stare a little more; when it looked like the sun was getting ready to dip, we began slowly heading back down to where i had parked the car; shadows were long, the light was the color of honey.
it was a sweet few minutes, time spent hovering there with just walter and me, without a single noise other than the wind in the trees and the calling of overhead crows. welcome to my natural world, the one that you don't normally see. i love sharing it with you. i love opening the door to this, so you can take a peek inside and maybe sense a little of its pure and gentle beauty too.