Five
Charcoal eyes
Outside the sun was sparkling brightly as the rays of light bounced around the world on the frosty surface of crunchy leafs and grass that was still too cold to leave the night fully behind.
And up in the towering trees above our heads, branches lived that had turned to popsicle like art and sculptured living in the brisk daylight on the barren trees that guarded the solemn sleepy streets. In peaceful cold sleep before they slowly warmed, forming a long, straight line of ancient forest that together stood guard along the sidewalk with their crown of leafs reaching up wet and newly showered as to say hello and good morning to the warming sun and bluish skies.
It was a grand moment the quiet way the world said good morning each and every day as day replaced the night.
