An eruption of glass and heavy blackness violently knock you to the ground. As your vision fades you hear the birds and see the image beyond the feeders that lured you here…
Here in the pleasant dark, a flood of emotions rush to the front with a woeful longing to being felt.
Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It’s beautiful. It’s dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.
Grabbing your favorite large mug that fits perfect in your hand with just the right amount of morning glory, a smile forms at the corners of your mouth with anticipation for the favorite moment of the day…..and then you see it…..