I wake to a gorgeous morning of what sounds like thousands of millions of birds singing like they are at a concert, with the entire world as there audience. Their song sounding as if they were begging for us to just stop and listen to their sorrowful story. Thousands of their notes in the air, as if they all were being guided by a symphony conductor. A conductor knowing when to have the sharp yet quiet violins mesh perfectly with the basses to create the perfect amount of love, the loud pulsing drums like the heartbeat of a giant with the violas soothing that giant to be calm, the hard and abrupt attack of the symbols to go with the entire orchestra hall. Then you have the sky as if it came straight out of a dream. It was so beautiful you could cry, just by looking at it. The sun so bright it lights up the entire room with its warm and cozy haze. Truly the most beautiful mornings I have ever laid my eyes on.
All this amazing beauty just ruined by the news I received the night before. It was sometime around eight o’clock in the evening. That day didn’t go very well; it started with a very abrupt wakeup call from my brother asking to borrow my car while he had his in the shop getting fixed again. His car could never stand his treatment. It was like a newborn with a used toy throwing this way and that. Not caring much where it landed or how it was treated.