Adam woke up. He didnít need an alarm to break into his dreams, he rose before the dawn. Today was his Holy Day and he hadnít missed it in 20 years.
Adam rose from his bed. His eyes were shut, but having them open in the total darkness wouldnít have helped. He walked easily through the house unclothed and blind. Rarely did today fall exactly on the same calendar date every year. It was generally around April 1st, but could vary a week or two in either direction. When asked, Adam couldnít tell how he knew what day it was going to be, but you knew he was never wrong. He would say that everyone knows when it happens; they just need to stop and listen.
Adam slipped quietly through the back door and stepped into the back yard. The dew was cool and made the grass feel like silk on his bare feet. Only the Starshine was there to reveal his unvarying tracks across the lawn and into the open field. He stopped at the top of a gentle rise and breathed.
The air was soft with only a whisper of wind. It lazily wound itself around his naked body and he welcomed it into his nose. It shared secrets of ripe honeysuckle buds and infant lilies ready to burst open.
Atoms of dirt squeezed between his lips lodged themselves in the bumps and crevices of his tongue. He could taste its richness and energy; taste the Earth that was about to birth the crop planted a score ago. He savored his breakfast.
Finally, Adam gracefully slid his eyelids up. Ten thousand dots of light from the early morning sky flew through his cornea and implanted themselves on his retina. There, the gods played out their stories. He faced the bluing East and watched. His feet were rooted to the Earth as the East grew brighter and bluer. The birds were waking and telling each other the good news. He took a sharp breath as the Sunís corona broke the horizon.
The world woke with a roar and came crashing to his ears. The flowers exploded from their pods like newborn volcanoes, spewing scent instead of lava. The corn, long struggling to reach to air, made last lurches and cried out as their fingers found no more resistance. The birds flew and sang in ecstasy in the new day. Adam smiled broadly and stretched his arms out wide in welcome as he offered his prayer: