Well before dawn this morning, a little bird struck up a song outside an open window above our bed.
She sang her heart out.
Her chorus was complex: chirps and warbles and runs. A veritable symphony of joy, filled with contagious energy and beauty.
She sang her heart out.
The darkness did not stop her.
She sang her song to pierce the hush, hoping toward dawn, bravely defying the darkness with her subversive melody.
She sang her heart out.
Let's be that bird.
