We begin at the end at the close of the day when night falls and the darkness descends to lull us to sleep feeling safe and protected. In the air the heaviness gathers with the low rumble here and there of questions asked and not answered announcing that the gods are arguing. Even without the light that bids us see during the day there is no doubt about what is to come next the thrill of electricity that will surround us. The darkness is split open cracked apart by unseen forces to illuminate that which was hidden in the dark only moments ago showing us that no one can hide forever. Brilliant, white-hot and deadly the lightning puts on an amazing display of what we capture and release every day without fear by the flick of a switch after we let the beast in to our homes. Head pounding eyes beginning to blur I feel the storm build with each question and answer from one god to another the pressure grows and I go to shut out the shouting. When it is mornings’ turn to end the darkness I see that the day has been washed clean smelling fresh of green and peace and earth a blank slate on which to create my life. The trees look taller while the plants bend under the weight of dew drops and the gift from the sky in the night their thirst is slaked for now only to be drained once again by the beauty of the sun as the day wears on. I walk in the cool morning air enjoying the drip drop from the leaves the sun peaking over the trees the grass wetting the paws of my furry companion my skin soaking the freshness, the possibilities still hanging in the air. It is the start of a new day holding a metaphor for the changes coming in my life by my hand no mysterious forces at work here only the feeling of chance in a carefully constructed chaos. A thirst that will finally be slaked a way to be shiny and new a break with the darkness to let the creative light shine on possibility and growth my time to stand taller and accept the gifts from above.