4:30 AM
A Stream of Thoughts with Coffee and a Zyn
It’s 4:30 AM.
The birds are chirping. It used to drive me crazy on crazy nights turned wasted days with wasted money I did not possess but somehow materialized
Nonetheless.
I was clearly possessed, because right now it is so clear to me, that this symphony, this choir in surround sound right outside my window each and every morning is nothing less than Godly, the Creator’s Magnum Opus and given so freely to all that would listen, to what has always been there each and every day of my life and yet unheard until I changed the filter and had ears to hear
Like my cat hears.
How else would he know its time to wake up and scream at me for a half a can of wet food
at 4:30 AM.


Could God’s magnum opus at least wait til 5am to start though 🫠😅
ohh your comment makes sense now