The sky opens up with a purplish growl. 
At the first wind, the first ray of light broke through the clouds,
as if life depended on it.
Bending ionic particles of precipitation partially present from last night’s mist.  Punching a hole through a rainbow. 
As spectacles go, the escape seemed slow but a blink would make you miss it.  It only took an instant
and in that instant a bright extension
from the heavens to the world was formed. 
More like a lightning sliding board. 
As the children of light slide down it’s line their laughter clears the atmosphere. 
When they touchdown there is only the sound of warm brown.  The silence is...

So Beautiful.

The amber haze stretches towards the tree tops
and at each branch it stops to knock on a Skylark’s window. 
To genesis photosynthesis. 
To melt away the faults, failures, frustrations, and fury from the former day. Evaporation becomes synonymous with yesteryear. 
Rehydration in the forgetful sea.
Brand new like a second chance. 
Second chance like being born again. 
Born again like raising up on the third day. 
Imagine the surprise on the Sun’s face when its rays hit that grave. 
It was probably like when a child wakes on Christmas. 
She was restless that evening.  She was frosted fruit dreaming, purple.  
Three months ago you planned for this.  You worked that overtime.  You saved, you prayed, you lay-awayed. 
Now your reward is in her smile.  Man, it looks like joy outside.

So Beautiful.

The Blue that amber turned to is now saying your name.  The visual sensory overload guides you out of the darkest dark like a bell laden buoy outside the boundaries of Bermuda’s triune. 
You roll to the side as slumber tries
to pull you back under. 
Feeling that familiar field adjacent to your pillow, you find emptiness. 
Rising with quickness enriches the disorient.  Your position is stiffened by the smell of bacon.  Warm grey.
Then a crescent filled with teeth finds its place on your face.  Here he comes.  Husband hurried down early, before the break of day to make wifey a plate.  "Good Morning.", as he places the tray over your waist and a kiss on your forehead. 
A wordless apology for what he said last night when his regard ran red. 
You inhale the heavy humility so your heart pumps out compassion.  Even in your innocence you say to him, "I’m sorry."
A tear rolls down his cheek from seeing your forgiveness glowing, golden. 
You hold him. 
The rays of light turn white from the explosion
of love shared between He and you.  That love is...

Oh so beautiful.