Blur

There’s a softness in the sky that can only be seen as the sun begins to rise behind the mountains, blurring their peaks.

In that moment, every day, anything seems possible.

It’s so quiet here, when dark is no longer dark, and light is not yet light.

From where I sit, it’s as if the sky itself is dancing a perfectly choreographed waltz from a by-gone era.

The dark gives way to the light in such a spectacular way, right before my eyes.  Kindly.  Gently.  There is nothing else like it in all the world.

Soon, the day will begin.  The mountains will once again loom in the distance, their deep shadows creeping across the ground as the sun makes its daily trek across the sky.

But when I close my eyes, I see them in that moment… when anything at all seems possible.