The sunrise.

The sunrise was the first thing I saw. It barely peaked over the tall pines.

     The second thing I saw were the butterflies. Millions of them, fluttering gently in the wind. Bright orange against a baby blue and dusty pink backdrop. With their arrival, the start of fall.

     It was beautiful and I cried. I cried out of happiness; out of sadness; out of pain. I cried and I don't know how long before it ended, but it doesn't matter. All that mattered was what came after.