Blue sky dotted with ombre clouds colored by the rise of the sun. I smile and hurry to lace up sneakers. To stretch legs and lungs in atmosphere free of ash and soot. I settle into stride, my mind scrolls, making plans for the day. Life returns just as quickly as it was taken. 

After weeks of wild-fire-filled sky, the smoke is clearing. As it retreats it reveals what I do not want to see. A heart most captivated by its own grievances. Will cry for rain and relief remain when the comfort of self is satisfied?

I realize that only in what is lost can I gain love for what I already have. And I ponder the purpose of pain.

The smoke is clearing and I wonder how quickly I will forget that all is gain.