As we waited for dusk to settle before fireworks on July 4th, the sun cast a golden glory light over the trees and river. This rich green color is exactly what we saw.
Most folks call beams of light streaming from the clouds, glory light. When I was a child, Mumsie added to that definition when she called this wonderful golden light, glory light.
We would run out to where the light landed on the trees and dance. In our eyes, we were covered with gold and were blessed with beauty when we did this. It was magical.
Ah, childhood.
Have a beautiful day! I hope you see some glory light.
