14.

And the sun comes out and the world changes.

We have been living in shadows for so long we have forgotten the sky and are dazed by its clarity. We crawl from our caves, our dark spaces, uncurling and blooming in the bright day. Our eyes sting and we blink back brilliance.

Washed in beams we stumble with our hands held out, newly blind, feeling our way in this remembered place. We are pierced in a million spots and littered with dust motes. Our hearts soar and our salt tears rush down, into our grinning mouths as we turn our wet faces to the light.