Storm Clouds

Streaks of lightening illuminated the dark grey skies. Thunder rolled down from the heavens and echoed against a desolate earth. But the storm clouds were brewing around his heart. 

The Dance of the Morning Light

An earnest traveler embraces the cold morning breeze and watches on. In the distant horizon a ring of gold emerges from the labyrinths of the underworld; shinning and shimmering, sounding a beacon of hope; encompassing the over-whelming darkness all around. Fissures open to its warmth, gorges come to life with its  radiance and from a silent murmur, ancient rocks break into a symphony of love. With a shimmy to the left and then to the right, with a shimmy in the front and then to the back, the Badlands wake up to the dance of the morning light!