morning song.

you know how, every morning around fajr you hear birds chirping? the level of sound escalates as sunrise approaches. you feel that morning buzz. replay mental pictures of dew on grass, cold on concrete, breathe in the smell of twilight.

its not the same here. the birds take longer to start chirping. i made fajr about 30 minutes ago, and i just started to hear them. i was waiting, lol. at mama citas house the sound isn't so distant. here they sound far away. maybe its because in south philadelphia the greenery isn't so lush. yea, thats it. i bet if i was in mount airy i would have heard them a while ago.

i can't wait until i don't have to look in between concrete cracks in the pavement to see flowers and grass. i can't wait until i don't have to wear shoes in front of my house for fear of my toe being cut off by random pieces of a broken beer bottle. i appreciate city life, love it even. but the world as it was before we built tall buildings representing the competing egos of men, that's what im REALLY interested in. the thought of untouched, virginal lands makes my lungs rejoice. ohhhh, the joy of not being stuck walking down 18th street behind 6 people who ALL just so happen to smoke funky cigarettes, and all want to exhale their filth into my unwelcoming face. i can't wait to be able to breathe without having to be so cautious and conscious of the bad habits of others, even if only temporarily, or periodically...*sighs*

gotta go to sleep now, accounting test today. idk yall, lol.

peace