A Lokean Devotional Vignette
Chaos wakes me. As the confusion clears and settles, I sit wondering what that was all about.
“You wanted the sunrise?” Loki asks.
The night before, I’d whispered, “I don’t have any pictures of the sunrise. They’re all sunsets.”
I scramble out of bed, pull on my shoes, and hurry out the front door with a big grin.
Happy.
