Javier Duenes

Golden Sun

Everything I ever saw through my childhood eyes was covered and painted in gold by the sun. The trees had always been green, but if I squinted my eyes, I could make out the flakes of golden resin that floated amongst the verdant leaves. The shimmering gold was all around me. From the wrought iron gate to the patio that led to a small, humble brick home we owned. And like Christmas trees adorned with twinkling lights, my world was beautiful just like the night sky.