I look at the sky and see a mountain. It is growing and casting a dark shadow on the world around me. I don't want to stand here in the growing darkness.
Afraid.
The wind is rising to a storm and blowing through my hair.
Cold.
A shiver is running down my spine.
Alone.

Suddenly I remember You.

I feel light. Me feet are no longer touching the ground and the wind is lifting me up. No longer a threat but an ally it carries me beyond the clouds and the looming darkness. Birds are my company on the way to the sun and I paint pictures in the clouds, their softness like Your gentle touch on my skin.

The mountain and the darkness are long gone now. And I know the sun will always return, because You are there.
For me.