Where does the day lead... after the sun rise? Morning finds me cheering my spirit on: a new day, lots of minutes, new moments to experience, and how many times will I laugh? I don't wish to cry, but it's a possibility, and, 1...2...3...back to the music I love. Soon.
Even rainy days find me walking the land I now own. God help me dress it and keep it, as if my own little garden of life were always here. Changing leaves of all the trees circle my home like a great salad... and I am the last large tomato of the summer! The glory of Autumn or what I've always known as 'The Fall' fills my lungs with a crisp air... and the last scent of honeysuckle. I head towards my studio where musical inspiration accompanies my morning's visual beauties. Such treasures so fresh in my mind and stirring the depths of awe I feel; only music releases the morning's pickings. After the sun rise... I write. Soon.
I leave you with one of the many musical choices that stirs the writing spirit within me. Where does the day lead... after the sun rise? I wait to know. Soon.
