The morning came with a sky that was clean like a shining stone, the kind of sky that comes after a storm, when the clouds have been washed away and …
The sky was stretched like a drum that had been tightened by the wind, the kind of sky that holds its breath and waits, the kind of sky that knows so…
The dawn came quietly that morning, the way that dawns come when the world is holding its breath, when the light that spreads across the sky is soft…