Praised be the Light

The first thing that caught his eye was a beam of light passing through the centre of the city, or atleast what might be called the centre. Lack of symmetry made it difficult to pinpoint exact locations. The beam shot up from the sky with no start in sight and was at least a few meters wide. It seemed to have been made of pure white light. Occasionally strands of blue ran down like waves through a fast flowing river. The clouds seemed to have parted around it standing completely still instead of moving. It was as if the earth had stopped moving...