A winter coat covers my bones and weighs me down Oh how I long to be the wind soaring like a bird above myself When rays of joy will warm my path and comfort my soul Until the colors vibrate in a perfect circular rhythm To begin...
The world is quiet as I leave the house in the morning on my bike. It’s still dark, and the city is only starting to come to life. The unmistakable hiss of the brakes from a city bus is often the only sound I notice for blocks. As I move along daylight breaks and with...
