island in Lake Vuoksa, on the Carelian Isthmus separating Russia and Finland: photo by Dmitry A. Mottl, 2009
The golden glow gives a more positive impression of the fullness of time and brings back the good memories, not the regrets, says a person close to the situation. A bit more distance wouldn't hurt the project. It's what I think they call a tough call. The autumnal mood lies broken and bleeding, victim of the cut and thrust of a winter that struck directly to the heart of the matter without dallying on the icy roads of the peripheral organs. Anything the veins may have been carrying had by now fast frozen. The bones, suddenly more brittle than one had ever remembered them being, began to break off upon the slightest impact. Withal, the person close to the situation happened to be passing by, and glanced in through the small porthole in the door to the surgical theatre where the heart of the matter lay bloody and beating upon the operating table. From that austere interior issued the brilliant beam of light to which the person close to the situation later referred as the golden glow.