There's something about the golden morning sunlight here, flowing unfettered through the naked tree-branches, dappling the sidewalks and snow, that makes my heart happy.
The sunlight is beautiful, and makes other things grow beautiful. It can be blindingly beautiful, a dangerous beauty. And this makes it all the more appealing.
The exquisite golden sunlight comes around 10 am, that fleeting moment between sunrise and mid-day.
Blue sky reaches the hue that Crayola cannot replicate when this sunlight exists. Colors are richer.
And Heaven whispers, "Do you like it? I did it just for you."
Yes, I do. Thank You!
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