Remember Me In Golden Hour

I've always thought of my memories in golden hour. For some reason I like to turn them into a nostalgic movie reel, where everything has a warming filter, there is some sort of Alexi Murdoch song playing, and my hair is always fabulous and in a slight breeze. This is the way I hope people remember me. I want to be remembered with the sun making my eyes shine and a smile on my face. I know we don't get to choose how people remember us, but that's how it would be if I had a say in the matter. I want it to be summer. I want to be blonde and in a red dress. I want a hat on my head. I want to be laughing so hard I can't breathe. ...