when the morning breaks and the sun rises the magic begins. when the sun sets and the daylight melts away the dreamer comes out. Thank you Bob for your insights and honesty.
We do a morning walk up a very steep hill near our place, and there's a huge fir tree at the very top of the hill.
The sun was rising right behind it one morning, and with the thick fog from the bay, it lit up that huge tree with sunbeams from behind, much like Steam's picture. It was breathtaking!! (wish I had my camera on me.) It had a very holy quality to it.