Golden sunlight shining on trees, branches wafting in the wind.

Each branch, each leaf shining green and silver as the wind buffets them back and fore against one another.

Light blue sky, reddish brown branches. Little dark gaps through the trees, little unknown places to wander through and explore.

And all framed though the window.

Don’t you wish you were out there? Doesn’t that golden light mean anything to you? Doesn’t it instill in you a longing? A sickness in your heart? To go out there and explore, to discover, to feel?

Doesn’t it make you want to go back to a different time, a different place? To relive an experience, a moment?

There’s something special about that light, that longing. It’s a beautiful pain.