Sky's Embrace

The morning exhales a soft, damp breath. Below, the city stretches, a sleeping giant under a dim haze. High above, the first touch of sun begins to tease the edge of night. A shift. A subtle whisper of air. "The clouds parted like the pursed lips of desire", revealing a sliver of intense blue, a promise unfolding. Light spills, first tentative fingers, then a widening palm across the rooftops, igniting edges, chasing shadows from alleyways. The world awakens, not with a shout, but a slow, unfolding hum. Life begins to stir, a gentle tide rising with the sun's climb, each ray a quiet affirmation. ©bfa053125