The Sierra Nevada,

Great gray waves of cold gray stone,

Coffee bright morning eyes aglow with the day’s grand ambitions.

The Sun’s first light falls a vivid curtain, illuminant, a cool breeze in accompaniment.

Waves, particles, particles, waves–the duality of light can be so mysterious–could not be happier with their luck, with where they’ve *ended up,

With whom they’ve touched, sun-licked, spit from the sun,

Landing on, committing their warmth to warming faces, stone and stony,

Eyes sparkling and cold gray no more, what will this new day bring?

 

The light comes from within! Says the Sun.

Yes, I can feel it.

 

*Hell, it could have been anywhere, literally anywhere. What are the chances that those few nailed you square in the face? Could have overshot that eight minute space ride to this blue dot and flew through the void for years, centuries, millennia, more. Yeah, space is big even at the speed of light…186,282 miles per second.