...radiates through stained glass and fills the church.
...bends through the window in my truck and displays a spectrum of colors on the back of my hand.
...turns the woods behind the house from gray to shimmers of brown and gold.
...sneaks through the windows of the shop and highlights flecks of oak and poplar, some twirling, others silent and hanging motionless.
...warms my face as I lean into it from the shavehorse; no clouds yet. It has been a wondrous day.
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