Magical Hues

How to capture?...How to describe? The feeling? The color..the light..the fresh crisp air that had moved in while we were all so soundly sleeping?

The smell of sweet roses mingling with that of the damp wet grass and dew. The birds singing a cacophany of song. The silence.

The rainbow of magical hues. The stillness of the blurr. The lightness of the heavens and earth having released all that they've been carrying.

How to do it justice? How to describe the early morning after the midnite storm?