Light is everywhere, a great divine spark keeps bees buzzing, and butterflies with great colorful wings in constant motion; when you take the time to notice, it makes everything beautiful.
They call it the electric hour and it’s a magical moment where an intangible warmth touches everything. Out of the darkness and negativity of a fallen world, there is a beautiful light. Every morning and every evening with a different flavor depending on the weather, nature speaks to those that listen.
It teaches us hope in the ending of storms and hope that the darkness is as finite as the light. We realize that life is colorful and rich even if only for a moment and it teaches us to seek the same brilliance.
Just as quickly as it began, it’s gone. Those that watched the spectacle will remember it. It’s where artists, photographers, writers and all creatives find inspiration that feeds the soul.
I walked in the garden this evening and light touched everything, just for a moment and it was gone. I went to sleep with hope that tomorrow would come. I sought the sunrise and all its brilliance and it was beautiful.