The Golden Hour

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There's a time of day that photographers call the golden hour, where the lighting is just right, the temperature is perfect, and the quintessence of beauty can be captured in a photograph.

Both the cover and the photo were taken by me.

Submitted: December 13, 2015

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Do you ever wake up earlier than the rest,

before the sun rises,

and before the world rises?

Because at that moment when everyone comes out of the dream

and enters back into reality,

the world becomes lively once again,

unlike how it was when everything was at rest

and at peace.

It’s strange, that our most peaceful moments

are the ones we spend while lying in a bed,

that the time when nobody is harmed is when nobody is awake,

and when those peaceful moments are absent,

we go back into the world of dreams

to search for a new peace.

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…but I think that’s illogical.

I believe that,

if one truly wants peace,

having the backbone of dreams is not necessary

and joy can come through a simple early yawn,

because when everyone is still asleep,

or when people are just about to wake,

the world is still silenced

and the world is still at peace.

It is then,

that you can rise before the rest,

with the glow of the sun in your eyes

and your pajamas blowing in the wind,

but the difference between you and the rest of the world

is that they’re in a dream,

while you’re living a reality

that nobody can take away from you,

because when someone is truly at peace

with the thousands of beings around them,

the plants in the ground,

the sun rising high,

the snores from windows,

the grass shining bright,

the clouds in the sky,

the wind in your face,

the airplane rides,

the lines they create,

the music underground,

the system of ants,

the creatures that roam,

your voice that chants,

peace is obtained by being one with everything around you,

and that can only be seen if you wake up before the rest,

and wake up from a fantasy, into reality,

to take in the warmth from the sun,

and realize that you’re not alone


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