The Aerial Horizon

In the emptiness of darkness’s void, our perpetual grief is manifest in the mist that floods the hollows of earth. Hidden in shadow, materializing with the dawn, a moment of epiphany and memory colliding as the terminator draws us back into the day with the gentle sweep of twilight’s violet curtain…we breathe again. Blessed to be alive, we no longer ask why, but what?..What can we do to add worth to this day? We will never forget.