4AM Jam Session


As with everything, it starts with one.  To call it a chirp would do it injustice;  it is more like a sonic drip.  And then an impossible trill that disappears into infinity joins in and before you know it you have a chord.  Slowly another is nudged awake and an ever quickening domino effect ensues.  Soon a cacophony builds, a sweet riot of high notes strung haphazardly together that somehow holds, where even the harsh crow sounds melodious.  They coax the light into climbing over the world, heralding the arrival of the summer sun and another glorious day on Hornby Island.  Then with their mission accomplished the musicians start to quiet down and I fall back into sweet slumber.


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