Morning

A sliver of moon hangs in the inky black sky, like a sentinel awaiting its queen.

The mirror still water shines back its likeness in a wavy white streak.

A dark orange glow appears on the horizon, outlining the dark mountains painting them with a warm grey. 

As if to welcome in the rising sun, the moon sinks lower and the dawning light comes up to meet it in a fond embrace. 

More colors, the likes of which leaves a mind to wonder how this can be so. 

Pinks, yellows, greens, purples and blues all surround the land, making the water match the pastel and vivid pallet of the awakening sky. 

A small splash and a ripple spreads out in the four directions distorting the colors into a wave of rainbow light. 

The colors grow steadily more muted as the suns creeps closer to the horizon until her first tiny glimmer then a burst of warm light as she grabs the shimmery rope of light reflecting on the water and pulls herself free of her nightly bondage. 

All is quiet…tranquil…I am awash in the warm glow. 

I shake off the chill of night and bask in the morning light, welcoming the day.