This morning’s run (four miles, yay) was accompanied by a full moon hidden behind a veil of clouds.
And this song in my mind…
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I’m the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Go fetch the lyrics.
I’m a little glowing friend
