Glorious day

In that open field

If you do not come too close,
if you do not come too close,
you can hear the music

Dawn points, and another day
Prepares for heat and silence.
Out at sea as the dawn wind
Wrinkles and slides. I am here
Or there, or elsewhere. In my beginning.

T.S. Eliot


Sometimes you have to moan, when nothing seems to suit ya,
nevertheless you know you're locked toward the future