My Lucid Reality

The dawn feels brighter when the night’s been so dark.  Or, that’s what I kept telling myself as the stars gasped against a sky shushed by the whimper of ever present street lights and all night liquor stores.  There was no driving out of town, no chance to escape that star crushing murmur, I have tried and there’s no place far enough away.  So the night sky was light, not enough to read by, or enough to light a path, just light enough to blotch out the stars so that once the moon evaporates into silence the darkness overwhelms all that remains.

Stepping through the woods the darkness is emphasized, the path, once solid and sure, now evaporates, in a clearing I hear the wind call my name, a haunting voice with the quiet of night as a cloak hiding that face no matter where I look.  The dark is oppressive, choking thought, creating monsters from every twig, every branch, crushing in its delivery.

I sit, the black sky paralyzing me in place, I wait, and time heals all things, even such darkness.  It begins with a dull lightening to the sky, the imagined howling as the cloak of night withdraws from the brilliance of the coming sun.  A glimmer of hope as shades of black give way to blue, at first it is subtle echoing the dimmest hint that death is not imminent, that the future holds more hope than that.

With the dawn darkness escapes from everywhere as it flees with the night, my heart lightens, a smile blossoms, the threatening branches, freshly exorcised sway with the breath of daylight.  Hope returns to the world, and with it, clouds of white, skies of blue, all birthed with a display that rivals a rainbows, from this… the brightest dawn.

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What a weekend this has been, as you have followed with me through the Path, and the sequel to the path, it gets even better, having the weekend to flavor my experiences with the interview last week I began preparing for failure, the best of hopes struggle against the weight of darkness, and a vivid imagination doesn’t help. 

But there is a dawn, and with it comes a new day, and hope is birthed anew.  I show up tomorrow bright and early.  I’m walking on egg shells, it feels too good to be true, but at the same time, I’m more excited than words can say.

Claudious