It’s 3:37 p.m. on Wednesday. I’m starting to edit an article at work when something catches my eye. I glance out the window and am startled to see golden sunshine hitting the tops of the trees. It’s gorgeous, a flicker of beauty during an overcast, drizzly day. I freeze for just a moment, briefly torn between remaining in my warm seat or leaving it to photograph something in this light—something, anything.
I grab my camera, coat, and rush out the door. I don’t even know where I’ll go, what I’ll photograph, but it’s not long before I see it: a tree, bare of leaves, with tiny water droplets clinging to the branches. And nearby, a bush with pink leaves and red berries. All with a golden backdrop of golden-hour sunlight.
It’s fleeting. A few minutes pass and I notice the light growing dim, the glow fading. I take a couple more shots for good measure, then retreat inside, hot chocolate on my mind.