The Golden Moments

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
-George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) 


The only time this is not generally true for me is in the fall. This is the golden moment when I feel most alive, aware, and present with everyone and everything around me. This is when my daughter and I begin most days with a walk in the golden hour of the morning, in this most golden season of the year.

It's also that magical time when my little golden child is still excited about school, from our morning walks to seeing her friends at recess to the Scholastic Book Fair to riding the bus home with more friends. She has already earned another "Golden Warrior of the Week" award (for exceptionally helpful behavior) and received an excellent, glowing report at the first parent-teacher conference of the year.

I've extended my "fallow period" from working on my novel, and I'm not feeling too anxious about it. This peak fall season is a use-it-or-lose-it opportunity to play outside with my family, witness the beautiful colors, do silly Halloween-related stuff, drink hot mulled cider on the porch, and fill up on all those gorgeous dead-leaf smells. I plan to delve into the glorious dread of querying later this month, but for now, I'm appreciating these golden moments.

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