In the still of the night
In the still of the night..stars visible with pale lights illuminating faintly the surrounding countryside. The wind stirred the palms shaking their dry winter fronds. Time marched and along the eastern horizon, a shallow pink touched the earth signaling the arrival of the morning. Slowly twisted shapes emerged like grasping fingers reaching to the sky and materialized into shrubs and pines..first black, then grey, and finally green. The pink became more pronounced and shades of red pierced the edge of the horizon. Deeper red pushed hard at one point in the horizon, then yellows and oranges competed for dominance chasing the reds and greens away. A bright, sharp edge of magnificence pierced the edge and washed all other colors away. Morning had arrived.
Good morning.