Blue September

At first, there was only darkness.

Concrete pressed against concrete,
dust thickened every breath,
and somewhere beyond the weight of it all
came sounds too distant to name.

He called out.

Then again.

Nothing.

Until somewhere above him
a thread of light appeared
between broken steel and stone.

And beyond it—

blue.

September blue.

The same impossible blue
that had stretched above the city
when morning was still morning.

He began moving toward it.

Skin against stone,
fingers searching for space,
until one hand finally broke through
the dust and debris
and reached into daylight.

His hand was empty.

No strength left to spare.
No answers.
No certainty that anyone could see it.

Only reaching.

And somewhere between
the darkness below
and that blue September sky,

a prayer formed.

Not eloquent.
Barely spoken.

Jesus, he breathed.

Then—

another hand found his.

Gloved.
Dust-covered.
Human.

“We’ve got somebody!”

For one moment,
two hands held tightly
between ruin and sky.

One reaching out.

One reaching in.

And above them both,

blue September.

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