In Tune

Do you know, there was a moment today, when it was late afternoon but the sun was still bright, when I thought it'd be cold but the breeze had a warmth to it that hasn't passed through these grids in ages and the birds sang just so, that I forgot all my troubles.

I remembered them later, of course, over a sink full of dishes, but no matter.

Something stirs within, flutters, prepares to break free.

Something magic.