This morning, the rising sun turns the horizon into hot pink fire and the clouds above into lavander and periwinkle smoke. My eyes dazzle in the glaze of brilliant orange reflecting against windowpanes. I try to capture in words what I can't manage to look at long enough.

Queen chants, "Find....Me...Somebody...to Loooove, Find....Me....Somebody....to Loooove....can anybody find meeeeee.....(wails Freddie Mercury, bless you, wherever you are).... Somebody to Looooove?" Only everywhere, Freddie. Only everywhere.

The morning is filled with magic and crackle of frost upon the grass.