The Hues That Could Not Be Caught

August 10, 2025

Some moments demand a photograph. Others defy it entirely, spilling past the frame before your hands could even find the camera. Tonight was one of those moments.

The day began early, the sky just waking as I drove into Courtenay to pick up my daughter for Highland dancing. Watching her move, light on her feet, was like watching joy itself take form — a reminder that some traditions carry the heartbeat of generations. From there, the day bloomed hot, nearly 40°C, the air humming with summer’s weight. We meet friends for a round of mini golf at 3 in black creek , and somewhere between the laughter, the easy competition, and the chatter, I felt that familiar sweep — that great, emotional tide  that comes whenever I’m with my friend Ezraaaa. Time stretches differently in those moments. Everything feels possible. Everything feels infinite.

After dropping my daughter off around 8:40, I made a quick stop at Walmart to scout for photo frames. A practical errand, nothing more. But when I turned the car toward Black Creek, the ordinary shattered.

The sky — my God, the sky.

It wasn’t just a sunset; it was an engulfing, full-sky inferno of gold. Not a corner, not a crack, not a thread of space untouched by that molten light. Golden yellow bled into every horizon, as though the entire world had been dipped in sunlight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it — not here, not anywhere. And after a day with Ezraaaa, my vision already tuned to brightness, the whole world seemed turned up to its highest setting. It was light made physical, pouring through me until I could hardly breathe.

No photo could have caught it. Not the shimmer in the edges of the clouds. Not the way the gold seemed to hum against the treeline. Not the heat of the day still lingering in the air, holding that light like a memory it didn’t want to let go of.

And so, instead of pulling over for my camera, I let myself simply be there — driving through that impossible, unrepeatable glow. The colours didn’t just sit in the sky; they worked their way into me, stitching something new into my heart.

Today wasn’t about hiking, and it wasn’t about photography. It was about noticing. About letting the world show you something so immense that you have no choice but to take it in, word by word, breath by breath.

To my friends, to my daughter, to Ezraaaa — thank you. You keep giving me reasons to see the world brighter, to see myself brighter. We live in such a good place. A rare place. And tonight, wrapped in gold, I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else.

Goodnight, world. Tonight you outdid yourself.

Ps  please make Sure to come backs see what else I have to post in the near future. 

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