Day breaks away from night and fog hazes down low sweeping it's thick wetness across a field of green dreams. Cobwebs on buttercups cast a catchers net that grips and grabs the drab from the air. It's the quiet of morning light that spans the space of and not or. An alluring call of the wild blows a whispering wind of good morning. Open the windows of the house and allow morning to come sit a spell with you. Let her offering welcome you.
~Painting the sound of life
Objective: Listen to the sound of Life