The sun curls beyond the horizon, the warmth splashes all around, like ripples washing over everything as far as the day reaches before it begins its withdrawal. Like a blind man feeling what he cannot see, tiny fingers reach inward bringing clarity and insight. There is purpose. There is belief. There is selflessness. The feet are warm and ready for the journey. The soul is restless like a moonless summer sky with a soft gentle breeze, ready to give way. A sliver of light, like the beginning of a sly smile, dances just beyond view. All the flowers turn and wordlessly murmur, I believe in you.