Rain soaked moss wept emerald tears as morning sun caressed my wounded spirit. The storm had passed. Hiking midst soggy logs and kelp-cloaked bogs, my senses froze in the piercing gaze. High above the sparkling cove he spotted my vulnerable, earthbound body, swooped, and with lightening speed, snatched my soul to dazzling heights. Circling together, I saw again, the clearest insight is from above, where possibilities can't hide and horizons have no limit. The storm has passed.