You Are So Young, So Feel Alive.

Does anyone else notice that the winter sun seems golden? What a deceptive tint. The Spring air seems to me to be teeming with energetic greens and blues; everything breeding and building. The summer sun burns bright and clear bleaching hair, tanning skin, and powering plant and party life. The fall is crisp, all parts of it crisp and crackly. But the winter sun, when it decides to shine unobstructed, wraps around each object it touches and makes it incandescent.

The bare branches appear to have been gold foiled. Window reflections mirror what could be an apple cider sky. The glow of it, it's trickery.

But it's cold. Waaaaa!