The intense light immediately tore away the darkness that was cloaking me. Oh, I’ve missed the golden day and the twilight blue in all of its raw sparkle. I hadn’t known if it would be a thief, stripping me of my grief, or wings carrying me away.

I closed my eyes, and the pocket of ache was still surrounding my heavy heart. And I felt lighter. I couldn’t contain the tears streaming down my cheeks.

Familiar chills laced across the top of my spine. It had been weeks, but as ancient times promised, the sunshine activated my flowindle. Its straight stem grew sturdy and true. The top unfurled into trailing vines, saucer-sized leaves, and flowers.

As the sun heated the botanical blades, my flowindle began to twirl, softly at first, then faster. A light breeze helped it spin to full speed.

My heart fluttered wildly. The umbrella garden circled above my head in flashes of green, coral, lavender, and yellow. I watched the whipping spiraled vines chase each other into a dizzying dream.

Finally. Maybe. I can reach a better view and search for you, whispered confirmations I’ll forever enjoy seeking — beyond words.

I felt for the recoriole in my pocket just before my feet floated off the ground.