The horizon has a soft yellow glow that reminds me of my first time at a planetarium. The fake sky dome transformed from a soft glow to an amazing starry blue-black sky in minutes.
The neighbor’s palm trees need trimming. The lower branches have lost their green and are sadly drooping. Age caught up with them. The setting sun brightens the now beige fronds into a subtle golden hue. A gentle breeze moves all the branches, but the beige ones hitting against one another create a soft enjoyable tympanic rhythm. A golden glow and a quiet drumbeat – aging has its moments.
Beautiful!