Just before rise of life-light and just before dust, there is this mysterious ray of light of ‘goldness’ and preciousness. It only lasts a fraction of second during bright shinny days. This is this quality of light that brings so much intensity, glow and warmth in the place you are standing. Highlights and shadows converse together, with a little tension of who will stand over the other.
This light evokes melancholy and nostalgia of romantic artists, painters and writers, lost in the immensity of Nature. I might be lost. In quest of identity.