Does the Sun Set on Backyard Dreams?

Was it a tree? Was is a meadow of wildflowers? Was it a glint of the fireflies or a star?
With what field or flower did you dream your first backyard dream?
For me, it was this view. These hills and this field always felt full of magic and wonder. It used to be the whole world to a very small me. I could look out into this space and dream impossible things as naturally as breathing air.

After years of never giving her a second thought, I returned and she caught me off guard. Like a whisper, the Sun had reached its golden hour and I once again found myself looking at the beauty before me, dreaming.
Can the dreams I dreamt 20 years ago still come true? Can oil and pigment tell stories that last? Can color comfort a hurting soul? And will I have a place in that magic?
Or do the dreams we dreamt as children fade with the setting Sun?

I look at this scene: wheat, though dying, stands tall; the hills that carried my imagination lift me out of doubt; and the Sun, bathing everything in gold and amber light, dancing with stray bits of grain, enchants me.

I think dreams come alive in the golden light of a setting Sun.