Something

Mist, white mist swirls and dances around my head. Nothing, nothing nothing. Then something.

Clear and true. How wonderful something is after a lifetime of nothing.

Big, blue, clear skies that stretch so long, I begin to believe that there is no end to this something.

Big waterfalls gush down into churning bodies of cold water, so clear that you can see every little crab scuttling along the deep, rocky bottom.

So clear that you can see each individual pebble, pink, black or gray sunk to the bottom of that something.

That something that is so clear and so true. Oh, how wonderful it is. How wonderful something is, after a lifetime of nothing.