It's early. It seems that all the birds in the world are anticipating the light, already bursting with song. It's no small feat, this matter of rising each day with a song. I have no idea how they do it. It's the stuff of Lazarus poems and earth-worshipping paintings. I will sit here, just for a moment, and allow myself to be awed by this small thing. I cannot see the sun, but I know it's on its way. I can feel it:)
Have a beautiful day.
|The Sun Lady. Watercolour and Pen.|
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