Early Saturday morning, the sun boldly rose over the treeline
just beyond the soccer field, spilling its golden,
syrupy light across the field and into the streets beyond.
I first noticed the golden edges it created on a neighbor's house.
Across the street, the sunlight blanketed the mist
over the soccer field.
On such mornings, I stand in awe of the beauty.
It's not that I'm enveloped by it so much as I feel as though
I'm wading through a golden moment, enjoying
a privileged time; I am a mote in the universe and feel
happy to be bathed in its glow.