Sky: A thunderstorm…a dark place…loud, wet, forceful…
Me: You are not dark, though. You are a glowing orange tonight and you surround me, you keep me company.
Sky: It is my pleasure to be here in this moment with you. Right now, I am in the clear, but the storm may return, I must warn you. I am dark orange. I am burnt orange. I am covered in gray clouds.
Me: But you come from a place of red, don’t you? You are strong. You are passionate.
Sky: Yes. It’s my desire to survive this storm.
Me: And you come from a place of yellow as well. You are aware. You are optimistic.
Sky: Yes. It’s my desire to see beyond those clouds.
Me: Your intensity, your beauty captivate me. Push away those dark clouds. I want to see your infinite lines, your borders to yesterday and tomorrow, your extension into the heavens, your connection to the earth.
Sky: I promise all you desire is here, waiting to be discovered. But one cannot experience this unless they step into the darkness. Tell me, though, who dares go outside and dance in the lightning? Who dares go outside and drum to the thunder?
Me: I do. I dare.
~ Happy stormy night xoxoxo