There’s something magical about the hour between light and dark. I love to be out walking when the lights are coming on, the restaurants sending out good smells and the chinking of silverware, all workday thoughts turning to fun, to home, to better things to come.
This time of year especially it is a pleasure to walk among the Christmas lights, the firefly dance of tree-borne fairy lights.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Annecy 2
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