Turning toward the kitchen, thinking thoughts of supper, I was startled by the sun. A shaft of light came hurtling through the living room window, and suddenly everything was golden.
I turned and came face to face with the shaft-hurling culprit–a glowing orb that seemed to be perched in a neighbor’s tree, peering curiously at Sage and me.
The sun posed in the branches just long enough for Sage to snap a shot. He was disappointed in the result–the sun was just too splendid to capture on a cell phone. Then, with a philosophical shrug and the observation that “Nothing is ever as good on a camera,” he wandered off.
How true, my son, how true.