The birds were calling to one another in that beautiful way they do, the songs coming from different trees along the avenue. If their music were visible it would be petals falling like rain, every shade of the spring flowers, a kaleidoscope for the soul.
Chirps rippled through the cool barely-lit pines. From those first few notes burst so many more, as if the birds had collectively been waiting for the first to call into the dawn.
The chirps were as bright as the nascent leaves and as fresh as the falling rain. Ivan tilted his head toward the first rays of the day, breathing in the morning, absorbing the promise of a new day.
"What...time is it." Fae groans between yawns. She reluctantly opens one eye only to drown within the depths of the pillows when the morning light from the window
