Just a whisper of mist in the cove. Not a cloud in the sky and the ridge glows a pale yellow. Black against gold. The ridge glows like a golden promise just before the sun peeks. Inside me, warm, like the rays on my face...
"These are the days of the endless summers.
These are the days, the time is now.
There is no past, there's only future.
There's only here, there's only now."
~ Van Morrison