Last evening, as I was standing outside, I heard a flock of geese. I strained to see them, but finally found them almost overhead; high, in a V formation, and calling to each other.
The sun had just set, so they were still in the gold light of the setting sun. As they flapped their wings, the sun would shine on their wings; a golden glitter; scintillating in the darkening, deep blue sky.
The event created a memory forever.