the soul's migration
Day 33 of 365: a year in songs and photos
Song: Aztec Camera, Birds
"Hey baby, baby bring
your love to me"
Repeats the radio relentlessly
All day I dream a dream where feelings flee
In free formation.
The sweetest sound
reflects in saddened eyes
Defies description and identifies
The heart that hungers for the sudden skies
The souls migration.
It makes me happy when a song and a photo sync so perfectly.
Winter seems so bleak and dark some days, like a sadness has thrown a blanket over the profound beauty of fall. But some days I look up at the gray sky, a sky filled with turbulent clouds and scattering birds, the last few leaves of autumn flying around in the wind, the bare branched fingers of the trees reaching up toward the hidden sun, and winter can be just as awesome as fall.