Dusk is the most magnificent after a tempest.
Golden light spills through cracks of grey, watering the earth with faith's drink.
Songbirds, starry with dew, tidy their feathers with beaks worn by song.
The breeze carries the crisp scent of rain, and whispers of thunder in some faraway land.
A fawn bats his eyelashes within the bramble.
A cat reclines to nuzzle her dreaming kittens.
A man removes the shotgun from his head.
A man removes the shotgun from his head. He's realized that everything is going to be alright.