That singular sound that started the day. Many times I’ve thought it’s the sound of heaven. It must be. Any other description holds no value. If heaven has a frequency, it must be this one. It’s both a lonely echo and a magnificent cry. Made by a singular creature. And while I don’t pretend to understand frequencies, this one travels. I don’t mean it’s loud. I mean it travels. There’s a difference. You have to listen to hear it, and if you’re not paying attention, you’ll miss it. It almost slips by you.
