Falcon, storm, or great song?
I want to be, today, a great song. Some days I storm; some days, not too often, I rise a falcon above all that is going on. Today I want to sing, to be sung. Not so much to get my message out—that is for other days—but to hear. To hear the music of the spheres that passes through me. And maybe that which I might bring forth, however forcefully or timidly.
:- Doug.
