Could Ponyboy stay gold in this pandemic, apocryphal world? Can we? What’s gold?

Gold glitters in the sand on a youthful, innocent stroll at the beach. Gold’s the trace of a lover’s finger upon his loved one’s cheek, glowing with devotion and unsullied in the moment. Gold’s low lights in a coffee shop, enveloped by warmth and the scent of freshly ground beans and cocoa.