Thought that I might mention that "most" of the golden color on the bluff yesterday was the color of the soil not the light. You don't see nearly the same golden hue on the driftwood.
When you wonder what is coming, tell yourself the best is coming, the
very best life and love have to offer, the best God and His universe
have to send. Then open your hands to receive it. Claim it, and it is
-- Melody Beattie, The Language of Letting Go