veins of mountains, veiled in snow veins of rivers carve my soul listening to Miserere, eyes swell to the hymn, my heart to the rise and fall of its notes sway where heaven thins become sound and ligh
I hear only the sounds. The chirp, the tap, the melody of their song. Before the sun rises. Before the day begins. I listen to the birds. I hold a cup of coffee, warm in my hands. It is 47°, and the a
my eyes swell for the ones who nudge me into journaling encourage my Spanish champion my strength strangers sending love, kindness without demand, filling my life with brightness sprinkling magic into