One Hundred on the Horizon


As I fell I saw the black hills against the night’s dark sky and one hundred on the horizon.

It was pretty and impressive, with every hour it came closer, reaching me at dawn, each part breaking, covering me in a thousand pieces of the sun, dressing me in red golden light and I was happy to have stumbled to see the beginning in this way.

Like a friend the day picked me up with a firm and approving hand.

All I had to do was live in it.