The braid falls loosely to the side of a golden skinned face. The braid stands out for it is perfectly done amidst her tussled hair.
The entirely sun-kissed entity glows like gold, golden skin, golden highlights run through her golden hair.
Though I’ve not much in material, I am the richest man to breathe a breath that is alive right now. The richest man in Babylon…
For I see past the facade of the earthly chase. I can enjoy everything that this, this momentary experience of consciousness, within this soul’s momentary physical body, has to offer.
Just like the sun, golden in the sky, there sits before me a golden braided beauty and yes, here and now, my life, golden indeed, right before my eyes.