I am kicking and screaming
I am angry
I lash out
I don’t know where else this could be coming from
and so, to try to slay this angry beast, I looked round me trying to find something beautiful.
here is what I have…
there is a certain kind of light that I have only ever witnessed here in the desert
it comes at sunset, in winter
it is a light that makes our mountains purple instead of brown
that seems to bear a reflective quality like that of burnished gold.
that was the beautiful I saw today
and here is a terrible picture of it…
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore