The Great Shift
A dystopian story
Her beautiful light cascaded through the dusky sky. Looking up across the twin peaks of the towering mountains, I saw a great granite God that blew her kisses, parting the dark clouds in rings of purity. I held myself within that moment, in that miracle, and smiled. Today just seeing the moon is a miracle. Not long ago, I would hardly have noticed it, but tonight her vision holds me still.