Sounds of a whippoorwill song on a warm spring or summer night is so comforting and peaceful to me
Like a black avalanche being called by the sound to follow, color appears beyond the ebbing tide of birds. It’s beautiful. It’s dangerous. It is a fate unfolding from the heavens bore from the depths of your new hell.
Grabbing your favorite large mug that fits perfect in your hand with just the right amount of morning glory, a smile forms at the corners of your mouth with anticipation for the favorite moment of the day…..and then you see it…..