The fading light of a late midwinter afternoon.
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It's called the golden hour, that light just before sunset while the sun is still visible over the horizon, soon to disappear. Trees cast long shadows and time feels suspended between day and dusk. In the distance, the Palais du Louvre rises like an enchanted château, its turrets catching the last rays. On February 3, winter's midpoint passed without fanfare, one day after Groundhog Day far away in Pennsylvania. Thanks to Phil The Groundhog, it became official: there will definitely be six more weeks of frost ahead despite intermittent, teasing rays of sunshine, as it turns out that Phil did indeed see his shadow. - BPJ
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