Sunrise

A canopy opens, shedding wet shards onto the ground, soaking your clothes and face. You look beyond the shade, to the sparking sea of dew laid out before you, calm. It envelopes you, caresses your most inner thoughts, soothes them back to a forgotten memories depth, and you walk on. You have no shoes, for you were born without them and you have no clothes, for you were also born without them. You stand naked before eyes that care not whether you are good or evil, but whether you are true or false. They can see every thought, hear every word, feel every touch, smell every odor, and taste every food you have ever had. They are you. They do not need legs or arms to move for they have yours. The picture turns to darkness as yours eyes close, but it is not lost, it is now within you. It is yours to view when waters are rough and clouds are dark and there is no where else to go. It is your place of calm.