It doesn't really glitter, does it? It radiates flawlessly - rich, warm, and clear.
This morning I was held in the palms of radiance. She pressed me against her cheek, and traced a finger along my jaw.
The thermometers would probably read 20 above, but the winds from the Hellgate were blowing something fierce. I was walking towards the Rattlesnake Creek, hoping to spot a family of Ravens who'd started hanging around one of the bridges there.
I was near the parking lot of the Missoula Children's Theatre when, suddenly, I was lifted in a glow, held in love and pure light - for one moment. I'm not describing an epiphany...there were no revelations - just a wave of pure joy.
So simply made. Yellow light from a street lamp spilling over the flaxen leaves of a Birch and its peeling white bark, reaching for me in the pale grasses.