What is the Golden Hour?
The Golden Hour is the first and last hour of light when everything glows warm: whether you’re admiring an Afghan fort, undressing your lover, or retching on a bypass.
The Golden Hour is the space between sober and drunk, when everyone becomes funnier, more beautiful, and you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
The Golden Hour is three simple chords, The Beach Boys seduced by Mungo Jerry.
The Golden Hour lasts as long as a cup of coffee, sipped alone on a Sunday morning, when the sun cracks through your kitchen window and you know the person in bed will wait.
The Golden Hour is throwing sticks to a dog that does not belong to you.
It is the curl of the tongue.
The Golden Hour is onions turning from white to caramel. It is holding hands; kissing; the ridge of her collarbone. The Golden Hour is milky. The bite of an axe into wood. It is a sigh that lasts for days and heats the homes of the poor. It is red balloons in the toilet. Elephants. New jam.
Riding down a hill in the dark while a Serbian talks.
This is the Golden Hour.
Let us loosen our collars.