Golden hour in Puerto Vallarta—the kind of sunset that makes you stop in your tracks, just to take it all in. The sun, moments from dipping below the horizon, filters through the branches of a fig tree and a swaying palm, scattering golden light like a whisper of magic.
There’s an iridescence in the air, a glow that makes everything feel a little more ethereal. Beyond the trees, the ocean shimmers in silver and gold, its waves soft and unhurried. A few people stroll along the shore, caught in the same quiet moment.
Up above, the sky melts into deep oranges and liquid gold, a backdrop so stunning it doesn’t feel quite real. And against all that brilliance, the dark greens of the fig and palm stand bold, their silhouettes etched in light. Sunsets like this have a way of holding you still—nostalgic, fleeting, and impossibly beautiful.

Sunset
By George MacDonald (1824–1905)
A sunset one may see, and dream—
A hush of gold on wave and land.
The heart is still, the soul agleam,
Touched by the sky’s own tender hand.

Moment from May 2021, Playa Los Muertos, Puerto Vallarta.

