|Photos from an evening walk I took this week|
There's something sort of magical about the evening light late in August, isn't there? It's got such a golden quality, and everything around seems to absorb it and then shine it outwards. I love these evenings, and am sad to watch them get shorter and shorter with each passing day. But I suppose the summer has to end sometime, doesn't it?
Okay, now I've got The Outsiders in my head. "Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold."
Aaaaand suddenly I'm back in 8th grade English class. How did that happen?