The sun rises early in the morning.
To thrive all day and shine up to its brightest.
And when the time comes, suddenly, every thing just turned gold.
Even the messiest, most wrecked corners were transformed.
Without you and me even knowing it.
Suddenly every thing looks so magical.
It was already the golden hour.
The hour where the sun is at its most solid color, hence, turning the dullest yellow into the shiniest gold.
The hour that the sun has its last chance to peek before it gets dark.
Only to rise and shine again when it gets back. - 15 minutes ago