Summer Noon

In the raw light of a summer day, there is no hiding.

There is no shelter.

No colors to soften the hard edges. It’s stark, shocking.

Colors become light and faded; they blend into a shade of the sun.

There is no filter for protection.

Only in the morning and the evening can one feel the nuance, the forgiveness of the day.

The sun dips lower, as if to apologize for its rays.

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