yesterday morning i watched the sun rise up from the ocean, apparently it lives somewhere yonder...
those rays, as i wandered along towards the beach, they came bursting  over the streets and houses, setting the bushland ablaze in a red, orange umber of incredibly vibrant light. i was strolling along with pan, on the road between this display, almost operatic, without music save for the birds, parrots seemed to be singing out like some weird bird hymn, they were chirping and cheeping, squawking and squealing, and the trees lit up in reds that i can only describe as a blood coloured hue. i stopped in my tracks and watched it all, morning, dawning, i felt so small, and very privileged. when the rays hit my face the glare made me move away, and i found shelter in the shade while around me day broke out of darkness and everything changed tone. it was a transition that stunned me, left me in awe, the natural world people, sure it's frightening and dangerous, sure it's unpredictable and without mercy but it is beautiful. maybe mahler was getting at this when he started writing all those majestic romantic symphonies, i could almost hear his music in the background, some of those classical dudes reached for the skies.