Everyday when I wake up, I smile at the rising sun

I like it most when the thing falls, and when those creatures of the night let loose their own respective, and beautiful sounds. The screech in dark, or the howl upon wind. What is most enjoyable is that sense of being sought, that there is a lurker just behind. But in unknowing darkness, whose to say what is actually there? That is the savory succulence of serpentine splendor. The gate opens to a sixth sense. Fear, far bearing and long standing. Paranoia, a gift. Knowledge, the curse.

I live in a bunker under about 100 inches of snow right now. When I go out I am only looking to get food at a grocery store and not crash on the way there. If I was on a beach, I would enjoy the ducking rising or falling sun.

Seems you are learning the secrets for a happy life.
When you smile.....the world smiles back to you.

Kudos.

...try not ripping off Marley

A concrete saw was my wake up call bird this morning.
Clearly the first thing I thought of was violence....

If the sun is bright and visible.. not behind clouds.. I sun gaze...sometimes in the evening too.

I remember the song.. never saw a video.. I enjoyed that. :personal green t:

I grow sunflowers during the summer and much enjoy the little birds picking the seeds as they form.

I like looking at the sunset.

Because I know its the SAME sunset many vax takers are gonna see for the last time.

And that makes me feel...all warm inside.

There are a couple of days a year where the rising sun looks like a glow ball rolling up the volcano.

Every morning the stock starts singing to the sun glowing pink onto the volcano. This wakes me up so I can let them out. If I sleep in, the squirrels dance on the window to get the cat to open the curtains so I can feel the rising sun. Then I have to go sing the morning songs as I feed and lead them to their fields.

Poetry