dance of the heavens

the snow covered all that your eyes could set sight on. for miles and miles you could only see some trees in between this infinite sheet of pristine white clad mountains. if one lay still waiting to catch the sound of something, anything one would be disappointed. the pitch darkness enveloped much of the surroundings in its mystery waiting for that momentary lapse of reason to showcase its minute of breathtaking beauty. he lay still , breathing slowly and looking into the infinite star studded sky that had taken him by surprise this moment. the coldness of the environment slowly seeped into his thick boots , through his socks and into his skin. numbing his body slowly it made him aware of the hostile conditions in which beauty existed.

ahoy he heard the call to enter back into the tent. he stood up slowly , looking at the light green envelope on the sky playing with his eyes. he trudged his way in those heavy jacket slowly across into the tent. a bright fire with 10 eyes on him welcomed him into the tent. taking of his gloves and cap he clasped the hot tea like everyone else was drinking to warm their chill bones. the conversation reverberated in this wooden tent as he made sense of the day so far ... slowly and then scream, its here he heard. as if on a cue everybody got up to populate the cold exteriors.

as he emerged the vision filled his two tiny eyes. what was before just a pale green vision in the sky was now a shimmering green curtain sprayed across the canvas of sky. as he made his way to a vantage point , his eyes were fixated at the vision above him. it was just surreal, it was like nothing he had ever seen before. the sky lit up all the way to the top with colors of green and a tinge of red at the bottom. and slowly as if to show off what it can do with much pride , the arcs of green patterns started dancing in the sky. the lights were shimmering and parallel curtains formed all over the sky. a green arc formed from one end of the horizon to the other. the arcs radiantly patterened dynamically , never still for a single moment. like the flames lit on a match, these green flames embered by the gods sang to the humans.

he sat slowly on the cold thick sheet of hard snow, sinking to his knees and lied on his back. the black canopy forming the background to the strokes of the brush held in the hand of god. he didnt dare think of anything else , no words formed in his mind to describe this sight. the patterns ebbed and flowed, grey green and a border of red. slowly it faded, receding its magic. the last strokes not as bright but bringing the symphony to an end in a flourish.