And the sky burned in brilliant reds

as the sun rose from behind the horizon.

I beheld a glorious dawn of days;

a rapture of the soul.

I cried out with the joy

Of the newly converted.

Surrounded by a cathedral of trees,

Crowned by that nimbus of light.

And as the last of the winter leaves

shimmered in splendour about me

I understood a simple truth:

sometimes a simple moment

is worth every ounce of heartache.