The light between us (at the Jerusalem Hills)
The light between us
The sky felt alive, glowing with a quiet magic that made the rest of the world disappear. It was one of those rare evenings that felt both full and light, as if something sacred had settled over the sky. Some moments never quite leave you.
The trees stood still, their silhouettes etched into the light, as if they understood the need for silence. I remember the warmth in the air, the hush between words, the softness that wrapped around everything. I remember standing in stillness, still and present, becoming one with it all.
Since then, I have been longing for everything that sky meant to me to return. Not only for the view but for the feeling it carried. The calm, the closeness, the quiet joy of being exactly where I was meant to be.
Evening Calm in the Hills of Jerusalem
Something is steadying about how the sun sets over the western hills of Jerusalem. The colors shift slowly from warm golds to soft purples, spreading across the sky while the trees below fade into quiet silhouettes. The city feels distant here. It’s just light and land.
Sunset is the kind of moment I come back to, not for its grandeur but for its calm. The air cools, the light softens, and everything seems to hold still for just a while but a quiet pause above the city, where the hills of Jerusalem offer their own kind of peace.
Hi there, I'm Stefanie, the photographer, and author of the blog post you're reading.
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