Burning Azul, the Last Horizon

The light spectacle occurs, falling wistfully like snow on the dawn of a cold winter day. Calmly in quiescence, the snowflakes are borne away on a rising breeze. The scene is peaceful, yet ever so delicately beautiful. I was here before, but I was not here mentally. I was somewhere else, lost in a world of dreams. In the grand scheme of things, I can feel the dissolution of my problems turning into redundancies, the timelessness of this waking dream, only realizing the simplicity of it all.