Charismatic Tomorrow

This morning I rose early in tune with the sun. It was brilliance - but the shades were the same, the sky was the same, and the birds, my usual wake-up call, were in song. In fact, the birds chirped a lullaby. Very rich in tune, with an echoing purity. All along it had just been a song - no more than a mere sound to awaken me. The sun was no more than a glow that interrupted the dark through the curtains - another signal to welcome day. The sky struggled to reveal itself behind the chain of clouds, but it managed to break through to allow the light to shine on me. Not in recent memory can I recall being struck breathless at the miracle of day. I stood out front covered by a blanket - not so much for warmth, but this need to grasp onto something, which somehow gave me strength. The moment and all its contents became mine. For a brief eternity, this world - the sun, the sky, the whistling birds, howling winds, and darkness was waiting on my next step, hanging on my every word, and eagerly anticipating my every thought. My next step carried great consequence and I was not afraid of the magnitude. Solitude never brought me solidarity before, but 'alone' is no longer the corner to drown my fears and dodge the demons. Rather it is this immovable rock - the deep breath to compose my thoughts and guide my actions. The trees began to wrestle, and dirt proceeded to fly. I shielded my path with the blanket as the shine of light was over-powered by the clouds which faded to a blurred charcoal gray. The birds fled with the bellowing thunder interrupting the song, as subsequent tears from the sky worked its way to hail. Still, despite the rage, the sight was breathtaking -- it had never actually been a sight before; it was more of an obstacle, a hindrance -- just like the sun had never shone brilliance for it was merely light and the birds never composed a lullaby for it was merely their words. Or perhaps it is more like I have finally taken my breath of life.

The storm cleared, as did the clouds. The sun's light now placed its shine throughout the grounds, and a brilliant spectrum spangled the sky. Strange was not that I stood at the beginning of the rainbow, but that my shadow, which I could actually see, was standing at the end of it.


jakey