Ascents and descents scatter the skyline
Chronicled timelines, inked highs and lows
Morning mist collected in clear jars, held up to the afternoon sun
Sunlight warms yesterday’s moments, mixing past and present
My father’s voice drifts in and out, never alone
Peaks and valley traversed
He walks by my side
The sky’s long arm sweeps the clouds aside
Allowing a blank canvas to emerge
Streaked tails reach out
Stretched as far as possible before the burst
Leaving imprints for all to view
Staggered brilliance illuminates the sky
A visual orchestra, a salvo of feelings released
The crescendo turns night to day
A moment of awe follows
As dandelioned sparks float slowly down
Silently expiring into the night
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