From an excursion out at night:
The sun is behind a thick layer of clouds tonight. Clouds and Fog. A gift.
A gift to be surrounded by so much moisture. I came up the mountain to watch what would unfold. To be with the All.

As I sit on the rock, to watch the fog roll across the trees and close hills, a wind shifts, allowing the bank to lift seamlessly, effortlessly, revealing a vision of orange and pink, colors outlining an opening in the distant clouds. A glowing pink of cloudness, backlit by a setting sun. It is an opening that had been invisible, hidden behind fog, and now seen and held in this moment of time. The fog parts long enough to reveal the existence of Light. Then fog dances quickly back into place, like a wave of the ocean, tossing and rolling in its own destiny, in its own timing.

My camera does not quite catch the clarity of outline and light revealed. So I inhale and watch. And then, to my surprise and awe, a flash of lightening lights the same distant cloud. Then another, and another, lighting up the far bank of gray. And then joining me to witness the display of light in the dark, arrives a lone Night hawk who flies a few feet over my head on her mission; she graces me too with increased awe, as she flies on, in her own path.

Oh, Yes

Oh, Great Spirit, thank you. And may I remember this moment, this glow, this throbbing pink of clouds, this gift. May I remember that hope lies beyond the fog, like a warm ray of sunshine breaking through all doubt. May I remember my own throbbing heart in the midst of the unseen. Shine on, shine on dear heart. Shine on in the dark. Your shining, is my light for my flight.

(This is the closest image of those clouds as seen by my camera)