I stand at the edge
of a rocky cliff
looking over miles of endless trees
and a vast pale sky abundant with approaching storms.
The wind lets out a lonely howl
that rattles my bones.
A rock slides out from underneath my foot.
I watch it tumble towards the ground until it vanishes from sight.
Most people would have described the day as “dreary”
But I find beauty in the dark places
and the lonely days
and the cloudy sky.
So as I stand at the edge of a rocky cliff
and as the first droplets of rain fall onto my skin
I smile and say
“What a beautiful day.”