Through the trees comes sunshine.
It fights to make itself seen.
In the cold morning, silence is broken by a train racing violently through town.
Waking up the sleepy inhabitants.
I step out of my back door.
I stare out into nothing, flat lands, as far as the eye can see. Nothing obstructing my view.
I lift my cup to my mouth, the heat from my coffee fogs my glasses.
Off they come to be cleaned.
I leave them off, closing my eyes.
I focus on the sounds around me.
Too often I am amazed only by what I see.
I’m reminded that every once in awhile if I listen, nature sings a song sweeter than any symphony.
Nate Melugin 