It's enough to make me wish I was technically competent so I could record this and let you hear it. There's about 90 gazillion birds singing up a storm outside my window.
I was going to say that they sound as happy as larks, but then I realized that would be a silly thing to say.
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.” ― H.P Lovecraft
2 weeks ago