I love the word, ephemeral. It’s a wisp of a word that flies out of my mouth on fairy wings and disappears the moment it is said. I love the fleetingness of it, the here-one-moment-gone-the-next thrill of saying it aloud.
That I was able to capture this sunset was also a thrill. I hadn’t planned on it. My husband and I were simply driving to meet some friends, and there it was, the trees along the way stretching their arms up in halleluja, singing the sun’s praises. Will you look at that, they seemed to say. Isn’t it glorious? It was, indeed. Seconds after I got this shot, the gold blister of sun was replaced by a thin stitch of orange along the horizon line. The yellow glow was gone.
And so were we.
Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge which can be found here.
