“Just before she passes the harbor the sun begins to swoop down the sky, piercing holes in the clouds and forming columns of light. "Our Lord's fingers"- she suddenly recalls her mother's name for the slender rays that pierced through gray skies and reinvigorated the earth after soggy afternoons of rain. The columns melt as they reach the water, dissolving into a quivering glitter. It grows dark around her as the light is sucked into the sea; patches of pink and orange dance a few last, passionate steps across the sky. Maya remains standing as the dance keeps twirling inside her. How lovely just to stand here and let herself be overwhelmed, to let the lyrics fade and surrender to the melody.”
Book:Pieces of Happiness