Pink skies lull us into sweet dusk as candied clouds, all whispy in their delight, make fuzzy shapes above our heads.
The sweetness of lazy, hazy days. The light as soft embraces touching skin and bedroom walls. First loves and last loves. The beauty of fading daylight turning to evening tenderness.
Pink in all it's delicate hues. Cappuccino, Apricot and Blush.
“It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow."
— Kristin Hannah