SS - Into the West

Finally! A song scene, albeit a very very short one. :)

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A white gull flew near the horizon over the sea. Kenta lifted a hand to shield her eyes. Were there silver markings on those wings? The glare of the rising sun off the water made her eyes sting despite her efforts and the bird remained indistinct. “Is it him?” She asked at last, turning away from the glare.

            

 Moshen didn’t answer right away. His hands hung loose at his sides. The light did not bother his keen eyes.

           

Kenta pressed her hands together to keep from tugging on her friend’s arm. “Moshen, is it him?”

           

“Gulls with silver markings are common here, Kenta. I can’t see the pattern to know for sure.”

          

  It was his! It had to be. Kenta leaned up onto her toes and wished she could fly. She hummed and then let the words spill out “And all will turn to silver glass, a light on the water, all souls pass…”

           

“No one has returned from the East yet.” Moshen frowned at her. “You let your hopes fly away with you, small one.”

          

  “So why are you out here at sunbreak then?” Kenta stuck her tongue out at him.

          

  Moshen’s next words almost slipped away with the wind but Kenta heard. “A fool’s hope is better than no hope.”

Project Daybreak

Whoever thought getting up to watch the sunrise was a good idea anyway???

I’m gonna die.

Those were my two thoughts climbing up the hill this morning. My back hurt, my lungs hurt, I had a stitch in my side, my pulse was pounding in my ears and I was positive that I would not make it for sunrise. I had completely underestimated the time it would take to go from the parking lot at the bottom of the hill to the peak. The sky to my left through the trees was a vibrant orange before I was halfway and the light grew with every step.

Just one more curve, I told myself, but the road’s spiral never ended.

Then, finally, it did. I had reached the parking lot at the top of the hill (which doesn’t open until noon) and was barely a minute away from the peak. The sun has probably risen. I should just go sit on a bench and catch my breath, I thought. I don't even care anymore. :P

But my legs had passed that initial point of utter collapse a curve ago and now they just kept walking of their own volition. Up the final steep set of rocks I climbed and found what we mortals like to call Heaven.

Man alive. How do you even describe the beauty of it?

The clouds above whirled with red and blue. The streak clouds just above the vibrantly orange sea held a mix of yellow and pink. Moutain peaks on the right, snow dusted, rose out of mist and seemed nearly imaginary. The darkness of the city’s trees combined with the gold specks of streetlights made it look like the starry sky had fallen to earth.

Then came the sun!




I had NOT missed that moment of sunrise. Ooo la la! I even had time to pull out my laptop and start writing this blog as I watched a flame-like pinprick of orange in the layers of clouds grow and rise until I couldn’t look at it for the brightness, its reflection in the ocean twice the size of itself.

Now, the sun has moved up into the clouds above but the subdued radiance lingers in soft pastels. The wind teases at my face and fingers. The birds glory in the new day.

I think I remember why someone would want to get up and hike a hill to watch the sunrise. ☺

Thank You, Abba. Your artistry this morning gave a feast to the eyes and the soul. I love You!