It’s chirpier up there, that’s for sure. Tweets from tiny beaks are indeed sweeter than the uproar from below. Look up at dusk and enjoy the fluorescent glow as it bleeds into the valley below. Plus, you don’t want to miss what’s rising. When you are repeatedly slammed down where’s the only way to go? I’m going to rise up like the day, rise up unafraid. When the silence brings you to your knees, I’m going to rise up and I’ll do it a thousand times again. Song is uplifting…I can’t stop singing or humming lately. Swinging and singing while starring at a starry night…it feels like I never went down.