The Most Wonderful Moments in the World

Sitting in golden late afternoon sunlight

It is about 3:30 or 4 pm in the afternoon. There are no clouds in the sky except for a few far off, long wispy ones. They look like cotton balls that have been unrolled and set out to drift in the sea of endless sky. You are sitting on a swing in a park. It's a wooden swing made like a bench that is attached to its set by old rusted chains. Orange and brown in color with the black of the painted metal showing through, you know it's sturdy though because it doesn't wobble the slightest. The bench is along a path in a park, not a very well traveled park but safe enough to be in alone. You look across the way and see nothing but an ocean of fresh, long, green grass. The late afternoon sun beams down on the field from an angle just to the left and alights the slowly waving grass in golden warmth making the tips of the grass turn a multitude of lighter greens, yellows, and golds. The wild is warm and mild and feels like a light spring sweater when it brushes past you. Off across the field in the distance there is a row of trees, not quite full of summer leaves, yet not bare from winter. Their branches start to create little pools of shade here and there but not enough to blanket the ground below. As the slow, luxurious minutes pass the sun sets lower and lower, but you hardly notice because you have started to doze off in its hazy beams, filtered by the tops of the trees. Long shadows now lay across the field from the tree line towards you, not fully reaching your swing. As the sun slowly slips west the thinning shadows spread out like a kitten's paws after a nap. You notice the breeze is a little cooler now and curl your feet up on the swing and tilt your head to the side, resting it on the chain. Like butter the golden afternoon sun melts away into the horizon and the rest of the twilight colors come out to play. Red, orange, pink, and purple all make their appearances, all of which stem from the brightest part of the universe. A few more minutes and the wide expanse of grass is shrouded in a dark green and the edge of the field furthest from you is barely lit with the last rays of gold. You sigh and sit up, look once more towards the trees and leave.

My favourite sunshine pics that I've taken that are the closest to what I've described above.

Actually I didn't take the first one up on top, lied.

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