The sun drifts low, spilling gold across a field of sunflowers. Each petal drinks the light, trembling softly as if in tune with a gentle, unseen melody. Shadows stretch, warmth lingers, and the air holds a quiet hum of day giving way to evening. In this fleeting hour, color, light, and stillness meet—a moment suspended between the pulse of the sun and the soft sigh of the earth, waiting to be carried into song.