The Hum of Waking Things

Sometimes I write things that make sense. Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I’m trying to write the melody to a song I can’t quite hear but if I
hum it enough it’ll connect through. This is one of those connection times.
Things are moving, shifting, and swirling in the world. The lights in the sky
don’t stay as still; the presences vibrating just out of eyesight are active
and focused.



Even the