Thoughts Of Our Innermost Being

Morning exhales color 

The sky ignites, cloud by cloud

Consuming islands. ~JS



My breath showed the morning chill as I exited the car to stand in watch, cautiously hopeful. Far to the east, a warm glow grew in strength and color. As the sun drew close to the distant horizon, a glow the color of fire overcame the blue hour. Fire jumped from cloud to cloud as it traversed the sky. The morning breathed awake. 



High above Emerald Cove, I stood in amazement. Color washed across the scene like runoff from a painter’s palette, filling the sky above and water below. Fannette Island was consumed in flame colors.