it was a gift. it's interesting to think of this as a time before. the night before i slept through. now i stir and penny murrs. now i look at the cat asleep. now the birds are quiet. it's 453. the birds were singing before. maybe they were waking up and looking out from the roof and fire escape, then hopping down. i had to wait while the computer updated while i forgot what i was going to say. it was a gift i wanted to say. i said it already. again. the birds were quiet before. they were singing and then they were quiet and now they're singing again.

in a place of your choosing, this is your place.