Early Morning Moment

It takes them not long to see I am merely reading, or listening, or day dreaming. Soon they are flitting about all around me, sometimes flying past me like thrown darts, the sound of their wings, rapid joyous heartbeats. Their songs (so many I wish I knew them all) dance in the air, a kaleidoscope of jewels. And I feel and experience and believe with all my heart and soul that we are indeed friends. We are all together in this early morning moment that is, for now, one of exquisite peace. I am happy in tears.


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