Sunlight filtered through the sky, clouds as gossamer strands in hold of the rays in catch and drift through air. Glow lighted on the changing trees; yellow and ambers of pecans and sycamores in stand around the pond.
It was beautiful, ethereal, supernatural in sight and sense that affected into soul; primordial and preceding logic—something of the garden—when all man knew was to adore and be amazed.
He wondered if she’d feel it too—holiness in presence of moment and place where the common is transfigured.
Would she see and sense it too—GOD in ethereal awe?