Pine needles adorned with pearls of rain, forest green, thick milky skies.
I hear melodies in the hum of appliances. Cymbals in rattling pipes, scales in soaring airplanes.
Auburn leaves gently sweeping through the air in slow motion. Like the littlest petals. Bon Iver, maybe Bootstraps cooing. I am watching something unfold: a God-given moment.
“I love music that makes you look up at the sky”.