I feel the liquid light spill over me as the sun bursts from the low horizon. I am almost frightened by the way it makes me feel - so warm and so safe, like my lover and her gentle caresses. She is a sun in my small, desolate sky - brightening my life and my soul with her limitless love. She is the only one to light my way. Change is such a wicked event - causing pain, hope, joy and confusion.
Life stops, rearranges, begins anew, with new rules, problems and aspirations.
Such tumult accompanies change - so much that we fear it innately and completely. All the what-ifs and uncertainties can complicate and ruin good choices. Judgement is clouded with fear but we cannot see it in ourselves. We dance in the crisp predawn frost. The grass snaps softly beneath our naked feet as we encircle each other in joy and rapture.