Godhuli

I breathe this light in, revel in it- and it feels so real, the desire to become this light. "The magic hour", most flattering of all lights- "godhuli", the light in which a bride- to- be was 'shown' to suitors for the first time. A wondrous mingling of the elements- dust on the wind at sunset, and it will come down with a night shower in a little while. But for now it is here, and I am a part of it.

It stands like a blushing, shy child, half-touching ugly buildings, beautifying them in its own image, then lingering, as if unsure whether to leave the moment the sun sets.
And now it is gone, and I stand here, wishing it hadn't. Wishing it had stayed just one moment more- one hour- one lifetime.. A light in which everything is glorified in mellow sunset brilliance.. which leaves no blacks or whites behind, just shades of pearl and grey..in which everything is just one tone more lovely- a light worth holding, for a lifetime and more.

But it fades, as all light will, leaving just a memory of colour, and I sleep to the sound of rain on dusty leaves, dusty roads and dusty minds and hearts.

And a new day is here- clear-washed blue skies, and gold light on emerald leaves shines on, not heeding loud traffic and harsh voices. A new day, and it brings with it new colour, tinting my world with all its sparkle- and it is a beautiful world- everything in it. A shade lovelier than my memory of it..

The light is always just right. Just my eyes that sometimes get a little dusty, and need a night shower to put things right.