bathed in light.

driving in from the eastern side of town i raised my hand above the dashboard and drew a circle with my finger. in my mind i put the sun in the western sky, clearing up the haze that was distorting and diminishing the city.

the rest of the day the temperature rose, not like today. no rain clouds gathering in the badlands, no shifting winds to accelerate the afternoon. there was a chance for piece of mind in the calmness.

there were no hard pellets of rain to subdue my subconscious, there was no thunder to voice commands over the plains. the sun just shown in that same spot in the western sky, illuminating and warming the ever greening earth.

when the evening came, the sun resumed its course through the sky, falling down as a blanket of fireflies lifted to form the stars of the early evening sky. there was a pleasant breeze blowing hard out of the kansas basin, raising the temperature a few degrees ever hour as we slept.

she was there, freckles across her nose, evidence left from the sun i had painted in the sky. we slept intertwined and waited for the chariot to sing across the heavens and bring the morning light.

"what happens if the sun doesn't rise?" she posed absentmindedly as the night reached its deepest shades of purple and navy. she looked up at me with a face like a childhood dream.

"then i will paint it up again for you my dear, and the whole world will be bathed in light."