
April 20, 2020
The hum begins as a melancholy ring, Penetrating my ears disguised as a harmony. Much too early for the birds to sing. Up in a daze, but only temporarily. Feel the bite of the coldRead More
The hum begins as a melancholy ring, Penetrating my ears disguised as a harmony. Much too early for the birds to sing. Up in a daze, but only temporarily. Feel the bite of the coldRead More