Daylight broke as skyline fire fast muted into rose. After, flame departed and James lamented loss of the glory-vision.
In compassion, Annie came to him, and with kiss, dispelled the after-cloud that formed at departing of the view.
“There’s always another day,” she spoke, touching still to him, arms draped above shoulders and holding loose in fingered interlock behind. “Peace and joy are more than signs and visions in the sky. Be present to all their means and mediums.”
Annie kissed him again, gentle and light of way that spread to smile in after; and, like rose hue departed from sky but then in skin, mediums for joy and peace—beauty of ethereal in moment of ephemeral—became in them as unity in transcendent.
