Daylight once danced through the streets with indifference, illuminating shadows and laying bare the stories hidden in the undercurrent of city life. But now, as the golden hours stretch thin in the wake of advancing dusk, we ponder the illusion of its embrace—a forgotten warmth we chase in our reveries.
The phenomenon known colloquially as "daylight illusions" has been reported across various locales—the phenomenon attributed less to science and more to the collective human experience. Remembered moments, as if painted by an unseen hand, frequently surface in vivid colors accompanied by a melancholic nostalgia that betrays the tangible present.
Continuing coverage can be found in Sepia Tones and Fleeting Memories.