looking up

Following a grand meal washed down with beer and bordered by an old friend and new acquaintances:

The clouds filter through some invisible sieve and pour over my head. They are what spills over from heaven. It must have been a particularly dense day today up there in eternity. These clouds are not of the flat and boring variety, they’re not the kind that make you crazy for the sun all winter. These are deep, rich clouds, somehow full of meaning. At one side they are hemmed in by bright yellows and oranges- just a thin line of vibrant color holding back the tide of rich texture. On the other side they are raised up by the deep greens and browns of the mountains. The sky is alive with the look of heaven. From dusky blue to grey and white its’ layers are voluptuous and spill over from beyond. There is something about these clouds that filter out anything extra. They provide the base sounds to this symphony. The rumble that is nothing less than the foundation on which each flash of sun and glimmer of moonlight call out in melody. This sky touched by that yellow line held up by such a green peak is a line in the song written to the tune of my soul.

I will dance to it and I hope you dance too.