Have you ever woken up and saw some sort of yellow-ish light outside, even if it was cloudy? Not the sun-happy-bright yellow, but more like a yellow marker that touched the black one. Dirty and still. Like dirty amber, or honey.
You can’t see the sun, but the color of the light makes it look like it’s trapped somewhere. I always got chills when I looked outside and saw that. I really hope you know what I’m talking about, because I can’t find any pictures and it wont show on my camera, no matter how many times I tried capturing it. You can see a bit of it in the grass above, but it’s not an accurate description of it. It’s like a ghost light, right before the rain.
More than that, have you ever noticed how life itself seems to stop before rain or storm? Even if there are cars moving, people running and the wind is rolling around stuff, the life is missing. Like everyone is holding their breath while thinking the same thing „get home now”.
I find it most romantic when you’re outside too and you think about that uniform mass of people , reading all sorts of stuff on their faces: „Did I close the windows?” „Is the dog inside?” „I wonder where my husband is” „I hope the kids are home now”.
You’re able to read every question before the rain. Not only because everyone is walking or running willing to get home or somewhere dry, but because they think the people around them are doing the same thing. And somehow, they are right. Swimming in the amber light it’s pointless, though. I hope more of you will stay still when they recognise the light, stay and observe. Rain won’t hurt you, I promise.
Too bad this kind of light will be around like five or ten minutes, maybe even less before the storm. It’s like a glimpse in an amber world, because when the rain starts, it goes away freezing those minutes in our memories, mostly because we refused to enjoy it : „Right before the rain my heel broke ” , ” I think I lost the glasses before the storm”, ” He seemed nice, too bad it started raining”.
I hope I’m not the only one that noticed the amber light. If you didn’t notice, look outside more often, you’ll be amazed if you pay attention. There are many types of light I’ve decided to write about, let me know your favorite.
Thanks for these wonderful observations. I’ve noticed a bit of what you say, and like the cameras, haven’t quite captured it. You’ve expressed it so clearly, I’m drawn back to those times.
There’s something similar in a sunset, the pausing, the breathing in and holding, the passing from one type of moment to the next.
It’s in these transition times that magical things happen. Slowing down and noticing brings the magic to living.
I like that kind of light too. Sometimes, like right before a storm, it can get deep yellow, which is a little creepy, but I still like it.