The blue hour

Posted on April 3, 2009

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This evening a brisk wind blew us along the beach and kicked up whitecaps on the Bay. Broken blocks of ice tossed on the waves. Snowmelt poured from the sandy bluff. As the sun disappeared behind the Leelanau, the sky turned that particular shade of blue that always seems filled with possibilities and longing.  

Evening sky at the blue hour

The blue hour when work is over but we’re not home yet.  The time between now and whatever comes next.