The Moment

The blue hour at this house made famous in that movie years ago. It is quiet, the tree lighting long since finished and the crowds dispersed. The chill in the air, the stillness, the light, is not at all like it is during those summer months of visitors from near and far. And after I take the last photograph, I sit in the sand and breath in the moment that twilight turns to night.

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