Calling-Ground

I walked across the dewy plains, glistening in the nearly-risen sun, listening to the wind whip wildly through the coarse weeds. A cloud far off in the distance, heavy with rainy tears, finally unleashes itself, pouring down the life-giving water. I turn around, away from the sun, and see the pink clouds of a new dawn. Perhaps, some day, I will return to this place, and remember it like I used to know it.