sunlight, bright, clear, loud
world in motion, spinning round
new day, same old way
There is a quality to the sunlight down here in Georgia.
It’s a reoccurring theme in these notes.
It is brighter.
It is clearer.
It is stronger.
It is, some how, loud, in its brightness.
Being in it, seeing it, waking up to it, makes you feel better just for its being there.
It starts shining bright every morning.
The same and always different.
Always new.
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