Blinded

Loch Ba

Noise

I awoke this fine morn’

I’ve walked over perilous rockWater logged bog, and unforgiving mudTo greet me are streaksOf illuminating pinkHopeful yellow andBurning orange.The sky was on fire.Burning with the passionAnd energy of thousands andThousands of sunsets and moonrisesBefore it.It was celebration of anotherContented day.This day was full of loveLiberty and learningThe sun is issuing itsFinal display of roaringFlame, slowly evaporating intoBeautiful waves of lightIt waves its final goodbyeTo be revived by glowing nightSent from my iPhone