Bong Pagong

I had a beautiful dream last night.
In my dream, I was thinking of God and how He would look like.
First, I saw wisps of bright white clouds slowly passing above the clear blue sky.

Where are you Mom?
I miss you.
My heart aches.

All alone sitting on a chair; the room is dark;
Looking out the window; wet deck reflecting the vast gray sky; light rain from the sky falling; still and quiet inside.  I open the glass door ever so slightly- cold breeze brushes my cheeks.
And then a symphony of little beautiful sounds I hear - the wind howling, the pitter patter of raindrops hitting the wooden deck, and is that the chirping sound of a wet little robin I hear?...

Why am I awake this late, looking up, wondering ,
why hours before dawn this cloudy sky has a reddish hue?
Is it the moon, the stars, the backyard light reflected by the snow?