Shaded clouds drift westward as lights inch from east’s peace, like an incoming Pax Romana ready to have darker times cease.
Spirit has turned with the exchanging front, resuscitated heart pirouettes free from what was the past’s fettered brunt.
What brainchilds will grow from these expressions new? Prismatic possibilities exist where once there was just blue.
Future may define paleoclimate of this age and season, but that its shifts mirror on life remains its most important reason. : )