I walked outside at dawn.
My feet were pleasantly surprised by the sudden wafer-like crunch of the thin layer of snowflakes and ice.
The street lined up perfectly with the parked cars and dead trees. A funeral seating fit for a burnt-out star.
Whatever colors that survived the interstellar journey broke through the cottonball clouds and shined more vividly than the fresh memories of a lucid dream.
It’s beautiful out.
Suns out guns out.
Let’s be beautiful together.