I saw something beautiful today. On my way home from Santa Barbara, just at sunset, I was coming through Montecito. The sky ahead in the east was darkening. I looked up and saw a fire truck pass ahead and above me on an overpass, its right lights spinning in twilight. As I had the windows closed and the AC on, the fire truck was silent.
One of those moments, you know?
Metaphor 
Yes, going home, untroubled, those moments when we get to sit with God and see the whole drama and beauty with new eyes.