A few days ago, the setting sun was just disappearing behind the pines across the river. The last rays of light shone golden under the high clouds.
Just at that moment, a small "V" of geese came from the east, over the river, heading directly into the setting sun. The sun was so low in the sky that the geese were lit from below with its golden light. The feathers of the geese reflected that light and they became shimmering golden geese flying toward the sun.
An awe inspiring magical moment!
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