Rain slips, gentle upon the pane. Listen. Out of nowhere, birdsong breaks dawn to sing a lullaby: Summer in July. Winter in December. Let the notes swallow you. Unchain your heart. Bury the dead.

Darling, do not cry.

Such is life, such is love.

Evermore.

~ Liberate

Anna G. Watson

~ educator, aspiring writer, simple design and style