wiredfool

I’ve been driving home near sundown the last few days. The air in the Puget Sound basin has taken on a luminous quality. When it falls on brick, there is a deep orange luster. When it filters through the trees, the reds are vivid. When it spills over the olympics, it is a cottony gold. The purple of the mountains nearly dissappear behind the soft glowing of the air. Sometimes the peaks of the mountains are obscured by shafts of light.

Of course, it’s nearly impossible to capture the light in a manner describable to any one else. It’s certainly hard to photograph. I’m not sure I’ll even remember it tomorrow.

Unless it greets me tomorrow evening.