We Sing the Morning

Some days are too beautiful to passively live through.

On those days, rich and clear, the world changes.

Everything stretches upwards, reaching.

I could mention turgor pressure and light-tracking, but-

I prefer to think of it as music-

Bone-deep and insistent.

When I write I think of that rhythm under the surface-

Pulsing joyfully towards a never-ending sky.

IMG_0813We’re always singing, can you hear it?

If you want to hear some other non-musical songs, I have also written a fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor. It is available here.



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