Tag: Morning Pages

The soft smell of the gentle morning rain tickling my eager lungs, and the clangs of joyful platters abundant in earthy gifts seeped into the elemental morning symphony. Shy French balconies peaked over my head begging for a moment of attention, begging for a pinch of contemplation. My finger tips warm with anticipation rushed over the glyphs of antiquity, out of focus, away from me and plunged into the delicious nectar of the muses. While I sat dazed and reeking of bordeaux coloured hymns drunk on words that sobered with love, channelling the revelations of the ether into the tongue of man.