The curtains wildly flap being sucked in and out a dark and windy vortex—
I lay on my bed and listen to dogs fight in the distance to cats scurrying in the leaves cars honking and driving too fast—
There is a breeze and it's rejuvenating I imagine flying within its currents and singing soft melodies to the birds—
I listen to the neighbors loud edm music being played throughout the night and smile knowing they find joy in such little things.*Art by Denis Sarazhin