Rolling Through the Golden Hour

Potomac and Rhappahannock at golden hour

As we turn down river and the golden light of the hour illuminates each molecule of vapor in the atmosphere, the air itself takes on a warm golden hue…rich and lusterous as though one could touch it…so real and alive, yet like a dream and in a moment it will vanish and leave us in the darkness with only the memory of its warmth.

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