There's a term that cinematographers use to describe the time of day just after sunrise and just before sunset when the shadows are long. The light is diffused and everything seems to radiate with balmy light. They call it The Golden Hour.
I think life can sometimes offer up a golden hour of the metaphorical kind. It might last a few moments or possibly an hour. If you're really fortunate you’ll get a whole golden week. The experience is akin to that radiance that filmmakers love but it’s a different kind of illumination. It could feel like hot sunlight pounding on your head or just a soft whispery glow that says, “hey check this out". It may be years before you realize that you were hit with magic golden rays... you were in the perfect place at the perfect time and something amazing happened that changed you.
The thing to remember about your own golden hour is that you can't make it happen. You have to let it happen. Put your ducks in a row. Place your cards on the table. Then take a ginormous leap! Cross the border. Get on the bus. Go to the place that no one expects you to be. Open the door.
