This morning’s fireball sits on top of the eastern ridge . . .

Renewing the sky once again

Outlining the bright white high clouds and jet trails

Dancing mist standing straight up

                    Water evaporating up

                                                Up to the sky

Fog begins to burn and roll up the hillsides

Sentry trees outline the northern side

Now backlit in sun glow

Sunlight touches the wooden deck and moves inside

Reflections of light make themselves right at home

Lighting up my bedroom’s back wall, now in shadows dancing

My respite from the world

Fills me with sheer delight