So the sun pours its gold after the rain. Nothing is hidden. All bright and snowy. Except in the dark emptiness of human heart. No, it is not dark, just empty. And hidden. No one will know how deep this emptiness. Yet, life moves through its shift, like clockwork. The highs and lows, alternating like a swing in a children's playground. Is this the life you want?
Just a glimpse of the golden (and hard) truth in all the brightness.