A great fire.
The sky was illuminated like a blaze, a blaze that encompasses the entire heavens and all that are beneath them. Dark earth, bright sky. What a contrast.
It was like the entire Earth was on fire, a slow fire that was steadily burning away the lifeforce of the planet, the very atmosphere it breathed, created, and now died in. The sun flames spread across the clouds that had once promised sweet rain to this barren, dry desert.
With water comes life, and with life comes water.
The fire of the sky burned away all hope of life.
As I walked the desert, I watched the fire rage; Red, orange, pink, yellow, burning across the entire sky. It was not limited by it's origin, rather, it spread across the air like a disease, a flame heralding death in more ways than one.
And slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, the fire permeated the very mood of the desert- Sand matched sky, pebbles glistened like gems set on a hearth, the scorched earth met the scorched sky and embraced in a dance of flickers ever so subtly. The wind was the only thing that rebelled against this display of warmth, sending chills across the blazing land, forever separating the fires of earth and sky, whispering in it's ancient language promises of relief and of life.
And relief and life came. The fire's source, a sphere of true flame and brilliance, fell, tearing the flames away from their partner earth, pulling them ever downward and away.
And in the flickering tongues place, the sweet dark clouds returned, found life, brought their rain laden breasts back to nurse the desert, to give it the water it so craved. The fervent dance with the flames had ended, and now the scorched ground begged for what it truly needed: Water, that precious fluid of life, that sweet liquid that fell so sparsely on this, the parched land.
Walking, watching the cycle unfolding above and beneath me, I saw the flashes, the brilliant streamers of light that came into being, lived, and died all in the blink of an eye. I watched them dance their own frantic dances across the clouds, watched them entice and charge the water held within with their spontaneous and short bursts of life.
And crossing the desert, returning to my haven, I felt it with all senses: the scent, the sound, the taste, the touch.
Water had returned.
Life had returned.
The sky was illuminated like a blaze, a blaze that encompasses the entire heavens and all that are beneath them. Dark earth, bright sky. What a contrast.
It was like the entire Earth was on fire, a slow fire that was steadily burning away the lifeforce of the planet, the very atmosphere it breathed, created, and now died in. The sun flames spread across the clouds that had once promised sweet rain to this barren, dry desert.
With water comes life, and with life comes water.
The fire of the sky burned away all hope of life.
As I walked the desert, I watched the fire rage; Red, orange, pink, yellow, burning across the entire sky. It was not limited by it's origin, rather, it spread across the air like a disease, a flame heralding death in more ways than one.
And slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, the fire permeated the very mood of the desert- Sand matched sky, pebbles glistened like gems set on a hearth, the scorched earth met the scorched sky and embraced in a dance of flickers ever so subtly. The wind was the only thing that rebelled against this display of warmth, sending chills across the blazing land, forever separating the fires of earth and sky, whispering in it's ancient language promises of relief and of life.
And relief and life came. The fire's source, a sphere of true flame and brilliance, fell, tearing the flames away from their partner earth, pulling them ever downward and away.
And in the flickering tongues place, the sweet dark clouds returned, found life, brought their rain laden breasts back to nurse the desert, to give it the water it so craved. The fervent dance with the flames had ended, and now the scorched ground begged for what it truly needed: Water, that precious fluid of life, that sweet liquid that fell so sparsely on this, the parched land.
Walking, watching the cycle unfolding above and beneath me, I saw the flashes, the brilliant streamers of light that came into being, lived, and died all in the blink of an eye. I watched them dance their own frantic dances across the clouds, watched them entice and charge the water held within with their spontaneous and short bursts of life.
And crossing the desert, returning to my haven, I felt it with all senses: the scent, the sound, the taste, the touch.
Water had returned.
Life had returned.
