EVERYTHING IS MUSIC

This morning I was awakened by a warbler sitting on a twig right outside my open window, trilling endlessly about his great good fortune at having this opportunity to share with the hereabouts his very keen appreciation that there was nothing to equal this great goldenness emerging yet another time, this warm light that was even now embracing the world once more. Some days are just like that: gold flows into your pockets, everything is music to your ears. In that very sunny mood I too arose. So far, so good.