There was a little boy who would look across the sprawling meadows outside his house every morning and see in the distance a house with golden windows. He would stare and revel in the radiant beams streaming his way from far away.
He asked his father one day if they could visit the house with the golden windows. The father obliged, and they started to walk.
They walked and walked until they approached the house. The young lad stood perplexed. He saw no windows of gold.
But a little girl inside saw them staring at her home and came out to ask if they were looking for something. “Yes.” replied the boy, “I wanted to see the house with the golden windows that I see every morning.”
“Oh, you’ve come to the wrong place.” she said quickly.
“If you wait here a little until sunset, I will show you the house with the golden windows that I see every evening.”
She then pointed to the house in the distance – the home of the little boy.