Open-eyed Meditation - Change

6:30 a.m. October 9, 2007

Fingernail-thin sliver of crescent moon, wind tossing heads of trees, rosy-orange pre-dawn, silhouettes of trees along the landscape of hills like beard stubble. Blue spruce fingers pointing at the bluing sky. Rumbling train engine, birds waking, flitting one tree to another. Car headlights prowl next street over, refrigerator comes to life, cat sleeping. Wispy clouds catch pink dawn light in brightening sky. Branches of fir tree nod "yes" in wind. As light increases, seeing the yellow leaves of ash tree. Moon's sliver grows fainter, clouds brighter pink, sky tender blue. Reflection of dining room light in living room window. One small dark gray cloud hanging just over the hill, not yet transformed to pink, now dispersing like smoke, forming again, dispersing, growing thin now and totally gone, tentatively reappearing and gone. The clouds bright pink streaks through the now-blue sky, tall thin radio tower visible on peak of hill. Yellow and white peak of house gable across the street, gray roof. Light shining on glass of car window. Rumble of car starting, engine warming, field of green and reddish pasture grass and weeds across the way, charcoal gray asphalt road. As light increases, more colors become visible. Small dark gray cloud has reappeared and dispersed again below pink jet contrail. Another train rumbles through. Intensity of orange-pink above the horizon where the sun will soon rise, clouds turning fleecy white. Street sign, green with white lettering, becomes visible, the back end of a red pick-up truck, black plastic garbage can, 2 blue recycling bins. The sun pops up behind the hill, too bright to look at, illuminating the small cloud that forms, disperses and reforms