In a world of color, of ordinary days and familiar people, every once in a while you live in a night of gold.
Golden skies and beaming light.
Where glances and laughter and play sashay softly atop the swaying reeds and wrap her arms around tall turning trees.
It’s here time takes a breath.
Here in this golden world.
Golden dogs and golden glimmers of hope for tomorrow.
The night was good.
The days to follow better…
They are here–living gold…