Strum
wind above, wind below —> sky above, sky below
A warm wind comes to strum the strings of solstice sunrise. From east to west I’ve travelled on the tracks of the dawn. My guitar sleeps in its case but soon will rise to be strummed.
A warm wind comes to strum the strings of solstice sunrise. From east to west I’ve travelled on the tracks of the dawn. My guitar sleeps in its case but soon will rise to be strummed.
No doubt, Jonathan, the sunrise looks a bit like blood on the tracks, as it rises to meet you in the morning, and your guitar can no longer rest in its case.
Beautiful moment captured!