The early morning sun rises on the south Texas skyline.
Around me, I hear everything; voices, beeping, the soft croon of Her Voice.
What a world I exist in! I eagerly look forward to life!
I indulge myself in the pleasures of coffee shops and dog-ears,
of early morning sessions with the sun and my Father and the whispers of the wind.
It is here where I am free and my soul rejoices.
I find hope in leather-bound books, in worlds carefully crafted by dreamers and those unafraid to write.
What artisans of freedom could be unlike that of a bird?
The early morning sun rises on the south Texas skyline, and the birds take flight.
It is here, in my endless string of thoughts, that I join them.