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Beach Hut at Sunset
Twice a day at the rising and setting of the sun, there is a moment between the black of night and the light of day – the blue hour.
I experienced it this morning in an insomnia haze as I listened to a song thrush ushering in the morning. It was perched on a rooftop, singing like its last day on earth while I stood at the window listening. The blueness of the hour was like ink poured onto writing paper, lightening as sunrise rinsed it away and the birds quietly got on with their day.
There is a moment after a golden sunset, best viewed from a beach where the glowing light retreats out across the ocean to light up other skies. The indigo clouds roll across the sky, patrolling the sands while most people make their way home to go about their evening.
But in that moment after sunset – that blue hour that darkens sky and sea – what better way to celebrate the day than build a driftwood hut and keep warm and cosy with a fire? Share stories of found treasures: sea shells; glass pebbles smoothed by the crashing of the waves; feathers. Celebrate with the golden glow of a fire until tomorrow when the sun will once again rise and chase the blue away.
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