It was chilly in Western Massachusetts. I was downstairs in the man cave, writing, writing, writing.
I ran up the stairs to retrieve something from the kitchen. The late afternoon sun was just setting.
Thanks to daylight savings time, it was going to bed much earlier than usual.
The sun spilled incredible rays onto the amber glass lining two large kitchen windows.
I stood, transfixed, looking up at extreme loveliness.
The sun's golden rays poured onto my face as I stood near the stove.
Braving the chilly temps, I stepped out onto the porch to get a last look at the sun as it dipped farther down into the sky's horizon.
Another day was almost done but the night ahead held great promise.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?