the watchful hours...

...when birds sing to each other

dark outlines against the sky...

during those inbetween times - when it's not quite sunrise - the sky remains a deep blue - so they can whisper sweet secrets to one another - you can hear their wings fluttering back and forth - hither and yon - yet struggle to see them - as they fly - beckoning to one another - waiting for the colors of the morning to come - making it...

a

happy day.....