The season has changed. I feel the sun on my skin. Crickets sound in the dull of the night. The sky is clear. Iced cold water in my hand. Logical consistencies are in the air. Soapboxes are available. Let’s preach to the choir. Sounds of train passing in the distance. Flowers blossom and birds chirp. Waking up is a beauty. Unrestrained beauty. And I notice a smile on my face. Deep breaths. There is an excitement in the moment.
