The Edge of Reality

In that moment, that one fleeting moment everything was perfect. That flash of gold, when the sunlight scrapes at the burning ebony sky, banishing the shutter of darkness. The gentle breeze singing in the forests, whistling through the leaves, and brushing through my cropped hair.
Nothing made sense to me, but that felt fine. I was happy. I was content. I could have stayed on that roof forever, smiling in awe at the ever changing cosmos...