The Golden Moment

"Timing is everything. Just for a moment, in the pause before the
earth rotates again into night, the cave is flooded with light. The
near-nothingness of Schistostega erupts in a shower of sparkles, like
green glitter spilled on the rug at Christmas… And then, within
minutes, it’s gone. All its needs are met in an ephemeral moment at
the end of the day when the sun aligns with the mouth of the cave…
Each shoot is shaped like a feather, flat and delicate. The soft blue
green fronds stand up like a glad of translucent ferns, tracking the
path of the sun. It is so little. And yet it is enough." —from GATHERING MOSS, Robin Kimmerer
...also author of BRAIDING SWEETGRASS

This gorgeous comment about the "ephemeral moment at the end of the day when the sun aligns with the mouth of the cave" reminded me how very often I am stopped short on my way through the house by the momentary quality of golden light that changes everything outside, inside, and in my spirit..."the golden moment."