Day 264: Chasing the Sun

There is a time that is bookended at start and end of days, known as the golden hour. It is one of the best time to capture things as they are, with just enough light, just enough to capture moods and shades that you might not see otherwise. It is almost as though you are painting with sunlight, trying to get just the right amount. Yesterday was about planning for such a time, and then chasing the sunset trying to get the last glimpse, the last remains. I wonder if we all chase things we know we may not always get to keep, if we all sometimes take a chance playing games knowing that we may not win. We are painters who have just decided to paint, writers who have decided to write, even if we are painting just one and writing one day at a time.

Chasing the Sun
We are the golden hour and beyond it too
We are the winter leaves scattered on the ground
The quiet warmth of the fading sunlight too soon
We are footsteps that leave no footprint or sound

As we crumble upon these autumn leaves
You wonder about the things we take & some we leave
These snapshots of a slow ending day
Are slowly, somehow and somewhere getting away

We are chasing the sun, and silhouettes of hours today
Being captured in frames that speak of this day
Drink your coffee with cinnamon, my tea brews for now
I know what I am supposed to find, just don't know how

I want to find the perfect shot, one that captures your soul
Between frame rates and shutter speed, something that never grows old
You are snapshots in my mind, kept for a rainy day
As I capture the last moments of the sun, and it tries to move away