Wind picks up, twists, turns, blowing my hair in puffs every direction. It blows across my skin, through my jacket, gracing, awakening every inch of my senses, taking heat, cooling skin, and adding attention, settling sensation onto every pore. I close my eyes, breathing comfort out, betraying ease for for openness. And for a moment, that sun shines on me.
Joy, heat, brilliance, grace my skin. An unimpeded sun surges through my soul. Eyes narrow to abrupt brilliance, face upturns to untainted glory.
A full smile accompanies orchestra's crescendo, rising woodwinds, cresting, soul raising brass, and total, synced triumph. Skin glows in seen, heard glory. Wind whips through the shine, both warmed and cooled, enlivened and envigored. Shafts of bright truth fall, encompassing total, momentary exhilaration. A smile blooms into a hearty stretch, an encompassing welcome of the clear light and definite wind.
And, suddenly, the brass cuts.
Wind dies.
Spotlight passes. Moving effortlessly on, glory falls away, leaving me with that same gray.
Soul stretches with longing, yearning, desire.
And as subsiding strings end off this moment, I'm left taller, longer, yearning for it to come again.
Thank God for desire. For without it, how could we know him?