The Golden Hour

From November Photos

Today is my parents Annual Epiphany Party. For the first time ever, only one of us kids will be present at the party, which is terribly sad. Anyway, since I didn't post this on Epiphany, and since I always think Epiphany lasts till the time the last person leaves after the party...

Then at dawn we came down to a temperate valley,
Wet, below the snow line, smelling of vegetation;
With a running stream and a water-mill beating the darkness,
And three trees on the low sky,
And an old white horse galloped away in the meadow.
Then we came to a tavern with vine-leaves over the lintel,
Six hands at an open door dicing for pieces of silver,
And feet kicking the empty wine-skins.
But there was no information, and so we continued
And arrived at evening, not a moment too soon
Finding the place; it was (you may say) satisfactory.

--from T. S. Eliot's "The Journey of the Magi"