Morning, and coffee spells songs in rolling steam. The dappled ground anticipates– when will they come out and  look up and grin, and think it is cold but at least this patch of warmth, this captured spring, is mine. Watch as even coral strains upwards beneath the sea, grasping for the light filtering down. It is just after night and the sun has never been so loved. 

Are you comfortable? Are you watching?

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