a flash of brilliant blue.
then he sat there for a few long minutes.
an omen, i hope,
the bluebird of happiness.
heavy fog in the morning,
blue sky, sparkling white clouds at noon,
tumultuous wind and swirling clouds at dusk.
all this beauty.
it can fill a person right up to the brim,
and leave one quivering at the brink of spilling over the rim.