Dogs communicate much with their gestures, their looks, their gaze. Or so we, their doting owners, believe. Finding Carley curled in the setting sun this afternoon/evening, shoehorned into an unlikely window seat, a new favorite among many favorite napping spots, we paused a moment, each of us, as if exchanging a question. Cozy? Snack time? Nap time? Dinner soon? Maybe an end-of-day swim? Something knowing and familiar. A golden hour nugget of companionship and confirmation.
![Carley’s Golden Hour Gaze (Photo: Geo Davis)](https://i0.wp.com/www.rosslynredux.com/wp-content/uploads/2023/07/img_5529.jpg?resize=600%2C599&ssl=1)
Golden Hour Haiku
Late afternoon light,
window seated Labrador,
glancing inquiry.
Afternoon and evening meet gradually this time of year, mingling, courting. And golden hour, not just a morning phenomenon, wraps us in its comforting embrace. Time slows. And we wonder, together, toward evening.
What do you think?