The day was cloudy and gray and the wind had been blowing.  Twilight was approaching and yet the sun broke through the clouds for a brief five minutes.  It lit up the far shore of the lake and the trees became golden, all reflected in the stillness and calm of the lake.  The shadows of the treetops to the west started to darken this eastern shoreline and would eventually envelop the entire view.  But for a brief period it was a magical and golden view.