When I see the fleeting beauty of sun-colored clouds or the golden light of the morning or evening sun

When the golden sunlight picks up the Canada Geese or the Sandhill Cranes wings flash through the clouds or the colors of their feathers as they feed in the fields

As the sun sets ever so gradually, yet swiftly, It feels like the day only lasts for a short time, then winks out to begin again the next day.

From my world to your heart,

Linda