The Magic HourI haven't posted
The Magic Hour
A few days pass by and I've started packing for my impending move back home, sent out more resumes, begun a new short story and eaten a loaf's worth of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Now I'm staying with my Uncle Don for a few days. Aside from spending time with my uncle and having a sort of vacation, I've been working to clean his pool. If your idea of work is standing in a pool on a hot day running the vacume and adding a few gallons of bleach in evening, I've really been toiling over here.
Last night I was outside during that strange time between day and night sometimes called the magic hour. I have no idea why but it seems that after lots of rain the evening hours have a dull golden hue in the air. The air was warm, the sky was clear (and slightly golden to boot) and it was just plain nice. Especially after a run of disgustingly hot days. If dinner wasn't waiting for me, I could have stood outside admiring the weather until it slipped behind the curtain of night.
