The sun lifts the curtain of night and peeks in with a crimson eye. Last night’s rain raises misty arms to sleepily wave “hello.” A little bird calls out. Her happiness erupts in song out of the silence like a fountain of brightly colored rubber balls. They go rolling down the streets and bouncing off the buildings gaily, rapping on stubborn sleeping foreheads. It’s time to greet the day.
A small stone in River of Stones entry.