June 19th

And the orange setting sun reflects off the cross of Jesus Christ, not more than a half a mile away, against yellow waves of clouds and blue. Shapes of trees and leaves, shapeless whorls of smoke rising, as a lake of sky turns purple. Black silhouetted clumps of maiden grass, framed by old oaks, maple and pine, condensing the world to a circle of five feet. Flames lick and dart. Fireflies dance. Venus and Jupiter become one. And a terrifying sound of gunshots echo across the land.