The sun rises over fields of gold; shimmering, shining, bright, warm. Is it the fields themselves that are golden, or is it the light that makes them appear like sunkissed strands of hair, golden spider silk, or the golden threads of fate… 

Imagine plucking the golden strands and weaving them together to create golden hats, baskets, blankets, and shoes. 

Imagine how warm you would be when wrapped in sunlight; as if you swallowed the star whole and rays of sunlight shone through each of your pores. 

Each sunrise is slightly different. Each ounce of gold uniquely refracts. Each day is a new day, a new opportunity - a fresh start.