In late afternoon light we pass an empty lot of uncut grass on the way home from the beach. A mistake to be fixed, the light turns the grass into a wonderland of gold. Ever one to grab a photo opportunity I ignore Beloved's mutterings about snakes - It's winter, hon, it'll be fine - and we run through the field.
The next day we pass again and the field of gold is nothing but drab grey stubble. The mowers came by in the early morning and decimated it.
Seize the moment!