Sweet song of inspiration.

It’s six fifteen in the morning and I’m sitting in my armchair, laptop on my knees, listening to the birds singing in the lilac bush outside my window.

The notes of their song are so sweet, so pure, a ghostly echo of the bygone spring. Who would not be inspired by such beauty? So my fingers fly over the keys of the computer, in a rare burst of speed, the words flowing from them onto the screen and I feel wonderful… I am content.




2 Responses to “Sweet song of inspiration.”

  1. At six fifteen I haven’t become a human being yet.


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