Last Friday evening, I hid in my bedroom–hid from children, husband, and housework. I was watching an episode of a series my sister sent us, when I noticed the light coming in the windows was very odd. We had had storms and were expecting storms, so I decided to check the sky for tornado signs. When I walked out, I had to catch my breath. I immediately hurried back in, called my husband and my children, and returned outside to capture the most amazing sky I had ever seen.
The very air was golden. The trees, the grass, the pond, the white railing on the deck–everything was gold. It was like looking through amber glasses. My husband said that it looked like a fairy world. Here are a few of the pictures I took.
Away from minions and mischief,
his scolding clock hung on a purple cloud,
into a golden creek.
next to her
–adorned in a bold, righteous,
newly gilded uniform.
Beneath the eerie glow, the hole in its chest expanded.
Only a glimmering haiga was visible.