Your hands are cold.

When I was younger watching this specific scene would made my heart take flight and soar and yearn for something that was intangible to me at the time. There were a few guesses as to why I would feel this way, one of them which I suspected was because I got caught up in that particular golden hour (literally) where they finally found their ways to each other. This made it more hard given the trials they went through, not to mention the harsh judgements they harbored towards each other. Perhaps I too, wanted to find a love so intense that even during our worst moments we could still see who we really are.

Now though, I wish I could say that I still feel the same way watching this scene. Instead, the magic hour that was golden to me feels more like...peace. Like contentment. Look at that color, doesn't it give you a sense of calmness? Before, I was attracted to the golden hue of the scene. Now, I'm more in tune with the yellowness of it. Watching this scene this time around, I felt I was being enveloped into a moment of calamity. In my mind, instead of them feeling extreme intensity for each other I felt they were more at content with each other. Which to me feels more, more real.

1. Agnes Martin, Friendship, 1963.

2. A scene from Pride & Prejudice, directed by Joe Wright, adapted from Jane Austen's Pride & Prejudice

Both images from tumblr.