I snapped, noticing that the golden haze was beginning to form again.

In fact, there seemed to be a kind of golden, magical haze over it all.

I struggled to make certain that my eyes were open, but nothing came visible, only a golden haze.

Those were her last thoughts, and they fade into the golden haze.

Could it be, he wondered, that the golden haze might have a weight all of its own?

The sun was a warm golden haze behind him, leaving his face in shadow.

It was September, and the world stood lost in this golden haze of unexpected heat.

When she looked down again the golden haze was gone.

Overhead the sun made its usual golden haze of the sky.

She saw every day through a golden haze that came from the sun in her heart.