Emergence

Dawning springtime sunshine rises over the tall tree canopy and floods the greenish blackness of the night with its warm crystalline hue. The rays of the early morning sun chase shadows from the corners of the earth. Shamash rises with such brilliance, such intensity - he sets the landscape aflame. Life crawls up from the darkest recesses and into my view . . . Dawn.

They say every trip has its turning point; every journey has its revelations - what will you take with you when you come crawling back home to the murky depths of reality?

(I've heard the mind's interior is nice this time of year.)

insquequo deinde
~93