Canola sunshine splashes across the earth in square yellow patches.

Birds fall upwards, pale fingernail clippings against a sheet of aluminum sky.

In the east, the night is rising, shredding shards of metal; beyond it, a second horizon—blue-gold majesty of dawn breaking.

Smell of damp-earth air.

Electric tingles.

Angels seem afoot.

A light shines, setting the stage from somewhere beyond, and then the clouds split entirely, making way for the cast of a glorious day.