The smooth black gave way to pastel rays. I could feel the earth itself breath in the new day, each gasp of air illuminating the greens and browns around me. The birdsong dissolving the memories of the night, the morning rituals of penance and cleansing beginning anew. A small step forward.
Matitudinals – 13:45
October 18, 2019
Written and recorded by Jack D’Arcy
Mastered by Kris Ilic