My Magic Hour.. I remember those daybreaks after long party nights with my friends. We're on our way home, as one of points to the sky "wow look at that sky today!" before my eyes fall shut and I wake up in my bed hours later questioning how I manage to get there safe.
My golden hours as day turns to night are usually spent during summer, somewhere at the Krumme Lanke while laughing with my friends and we forget ourselves, before we notice it has suddenly been dark for more than hour. And we get ready to skinny dip. There's the moment of freedom and carelessness in that magic hour and the sky, God's painting, corresponds.
