Children of the sky

5 jan 2021

The visible half moon seemingly slept on its side, lulled by the song of sparkling lullabies.. the wake up call of the rooster was stricken midway by the orchestrating barks, in random relay, high on experimental tempos and notes. Temple bells soothing and calming everything into peaceful quietude, encouraging the rooster into yet another tentative call to wake.. parrots test-flying by the watch.. roller-coasting on the wind.. challenging, encouraging, ribbing, racing each other freely, these children of the sky.. showing off to the kids down below running in circles around a football field.. we name our wilderness a concrete jungle, but to me they are concrete novels coming alive with the turn of every page, holding, writing, imagining stories lived and experienced. Our constructs, our creation, our legacy. The sky has painted the clouds, in honor of the sun..