The prompt yesterday was “the golden hour.” I used it to write another 100 word piece. Not really a story, but a poem inspired by the picture I shared here.

It begins with brilliant blue 

scattered white clouds 

breeze settles 

into stillness 

sun slowly sinks 

towards the horizon 

waves swirl and crash 

in a dull roar 

rocks glisten and shine 

sand sifts and settles 

First comes yellow 

touching the edges 

Second comes pale orange 

deepening to a fire 

Third comes red 

feeling like fury 

Fourth comes pink 

impersonating cotton candy 

Finally comes deepest purple 

bleeding to night 

Warmth turns to cool 

Light becomes dark 

Anxiety turns to peace 

Noise becomes quiet 

Breathe in 

Breathe out 

Feel the calm 

Gather it in 

Be one with 

All of it 

The Golden Hour