When the light of morning begins to flow from every direction, pouring the stream completely around us; over our heads, to our toes and through those who can see, we say “it rises”.
When the Sun makes its way to the middle of the day, rocking and climbing and it in the brightness is lying up there to be seen but not to be looked at, we call it “noon”.
The golden light of day has faded. The Sun seems to be the one thing that this summer month can attempt to hold or try to recover from, and watch it change from gold to red.
As nighttime aches and arches its arms up, and grasps the plush wonder of the day, and blows the coolness one suspects should come, the sky tries to duplicate the Sun with its reflection, and the water stretches out the illusionary light upward, this night, coming on; this daytime, growing old, and it “sets” and soon we will see it no more…except to watch the morning glow begin again.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
Oologah, Oklahoma
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