Golden Hour | Mamiya 645, Kodak Portra 400
The golden light illuminates the trail of vines through the forest, making the way clear.
Passes through the prism of the sun catcher, through the linen curtain, onto the white wall of the living room. Light dancing everywhere, like sparkling sand.
Untangling my thoughts, allowing me to reach out from the anxiety of unknowing to something like hope. Or joy.