There is something about an over grown field or path that is lit up by the perfect afternoon sun.
For the past few months, I have passed this little path in the middle of the suburbs and was marveled at the artistry that our Creator has made.
One day last week, I rode past this path at the perfect time of day (golden hour). The wind was blowing slightly and the tips of the grass were bending while showing off the glitter that touch each end of them. It was beautiful!