"Golly"--- Johnny's voice beside me made me jump--- "that sure was pretty."
"Yeah." I sighed, wishing I had some paint to do a picture with while the sight was still fresh in my mind.
"The mist was what was pretty," Johnny said. "All gold and silver." "Uhmmmm," I said, trying to blow a smoke ring.
"Too bad it couldn't stay like that all the time."
"Nothing gold can stay." I was remembering a poem I'd read once. "What?" "Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay."

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