you are a beautiful day

i could see you there. fair skies and the sun shines high above knowing that you would say this is a beautiful day. hold your hands together as we pray for the soft clay beneath our feet as it guides us along the way to new grounds. not where things are grown, or paved but anew way to traverse these worlds and truly realize that time on the clock doesn’t exist but the time at the table spent together does. in different skies and in different weather we could have watched as times whither away between us. the rain doesn’t fall like it used to but in the end the sun is shining brighter and hotter and that’s more than a metaphor; you are what moves the skies around as the people traverse along the plains not knowing the uncharted skies you had to go through so the people can say “what a beautiful day it is”