A mayfly stands in a shallow pool of water with wings outstretched.
As The Sun Begins To Rise
A Puddle
Twenty Four Hours
Anticipation
Preparedness
. . .
Welcome to my calm before the storm that is my life so short to live. No matter what the weather brings, what dangers come my way, my wings are fresh for life, and in a moment shorter than your breath I will be gone to rush in golden light of day, to see the blue of sky but once, to find my brief but vivid way in all I do for this my ever more.