Six Word Story:
Midas sat alone amidst his gold.
Gold from the edges of the horizon flowing,
A great and golden sea:
The light's spilled out of heaven and flowing, growing
A gold immensity.....
....The water-bird floats on the golden water,
Golden her wings and crest
As she were Fionnuala, the King's daughter,
Preening a golden breast.
-Herb o'Grace, Evening
I went down to the lake, early and alone, to see the sun rise. But I wasn't alone. The ducks and geese, the cardinals and chickadees joined me to celebrate a beautiful dawn.