Tonight

I have been running around a lot lately, and feeling as though I haven't actually gotten anything done.  Mostly my last few days have been a flurry of researching different packing methods, hastily cuddling my dog, and saying "goodbye" to one of my best friends.  Nevertheless, there is such beauty that I cannot miss it.

Nearly everything has melted and the runoff and flooding has subsided (kinda).  The world is green!!! The mountains shimmered in the setting sun, as if breathing in the warmth and light.  And more than that, the clouds and the sky! Oh, the sky has been bluer than I remembered. It is more cerulean than a cerulean blue, more live than an electric blue, more illustrious than a royal blue, and the only color coming close to it is, perhaps, azure.  The clouds are enormous, dignified galleons and puffy, squat tugboats sailing along in shades of poppy, cerise, violet, and pink.  The closer they sail towards the looming horizon the more the setting sun lights them on fire, turning them orange and flame and crimson.

And as the sun leaves our little circle, and the moon takes to the skies, the azure of the sky melts in to iris, then indigo, finally resting into a deep, sultry regalia.  The clouds, in turn, become silver and periwinkle, with bruised shadows of iceberg and ceil.  The stars glimmer through, winking at our world as if they hold secrets they cannot wait to share, if only we had the language.  The breeze twists itself around the aspen trees, making the leaves sing a night-song meant for the stars and the moon, not for me.  And the fact that I hear this night-song makes it contraband.

"A still more glorious dawn awaits, not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise--a morning filled with 400 billion suns!"-Carl Sagan
XOXO