Part of it, of course, is my car, which looks like it's from another decade because it is. But part of it, too, is the light at that time of day. The sun has dipped too low behind the houses and trees to be seen anymore - no sunset-staring from my front yard, unfortunately - but still illuminates the tallest treetops. At the sight of the giant oak in my neighbor's backyard crested with gold light, I couldn't help but raise my hands towards the sky and tilt my head back to the clouds. Catching the sight again after getting back out of my car, I jumped into the air with a little laugh. A car coming towards me swerved a bit as if afraid I was about to run into the street like a three-year-old chasing a stray ball. I grinned as he passed, and earned a a puzzled look and - maybe? - a careful smile.