One Day

As my eyes slowly open the sand in my eyes crackle. My ears pop as I here the faraway birds as if they were the closest star. Their summit song fills my ears with Feburary delight. My frosty feet crack on the wooden floor across the house. The singing bowl echos and clears the path ways as Genesha assists. The sage crackles as the steamy fog fills the golden room of love. The sound of the screaming kettle of my mom making fresh black tea.

One perfect day of sounds.