They mysticism of an orange light

I think about a few things a lot, things that don't have anything to do with what's going on around me. Little things out of my childhood. One of those is when this guy came to our house when I was 12 or so and tried to sell us a vacuum by showing us how it worked on our floor. There's also the time I pretended to plant corn with some cousins around a tree out back. Another is the orange light from the radio in my Dad's old rusty green Ford. I liked that light.