The sun rose as it always has, slowly erasing the shadows of the night. On this morning, no clouds covered the bright blue Vermont sky. The brightness of the sun's rays penetrated the Seed Maple that spread out over our front lawn. As if the sun had purposely aimed them, its rays shot through the edges of the drawn shades into the bedroom where I slept peacefully dreaming. They pierced my eyes like spears abruptly waking me.
This rude awakening...