Morning comes before I'm ready, and with it a holy light that pours itself between the trees outside my window.
Suddenly the grasses are on fire and so am I as I run to grab my camera, pulling on shoes and praying all the while, "Please wait, please wait, I'm coming."
Running through the paddock I see the light leave the grasses I am heading towards. I stop and sigh, "Too late."
But then as I turn to go I see more beauty light up, here, and here, and here. And I remember, nothing is ever taken away without a new gift given in it's place.