Sunrise and the Deepest Blue

The chill in the night gives way while a blood moon dances through the early morning clouds. Its light shines through red, yellow, and white. Delicate and magical, just the same.

The smell of coffee fills my mind and a smile stretches across my face. The cayenne and cinnamon in my cup have run flat. Something is off, different in the best ways.

I drift to the heart of it all, the place where everything begins. I find myself in the deepest sea of blue with notes of chai, maple, and brown sugar.

Its like a sunrise in my chest. One I hope never ends.

What is this magic?

It pulls with intensity and I follow with questions. It was here I discovered my favorite shape has four sides. At the time I was lost in her eyes.