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.