Approaching steady at an an angle. From the earths edge to my perch on metal above the world. Breaking like crumpled sheets of newspaper and scratching back the stone.

Waves out of proportion with existence. Intercepting waves at angles and crosses. Multiplying the length and amplitude. Breaking the flow.

But fresh against hampered lungs. The sounds clean against tired ears. Tones of white and grey. I am not alone in admiring the world today. Take note.