The water flows north this morning. The sun, it seems to be moving slower over the lake, gaining altitude, finding its way through the clouds. The birds, mostly geese, sparrows, and pigeons today… I wonder if they see what I see. Do they marvel at the sun, the clouds, and the reflective light on the lake? Their brains are made of the same gray stuff as mine; why wouldn’t their mind be able to remember what they ate yesterday, remember the nice bird feeder, the couple that stared at them through the window? Maybe they get bored with the games we use to try and measure their intellect and see no use in them. They go and dream of bird art and bird poetry instead of taking the bird S.A.T.

Either way, the morning is beautiful.

We judge our past, to or at a distance, at what our ancestors too often turned a blind eye to, so too, future concepts in weather will not recover what we already have done; truth be told, if we were serious about climate change we would ban jet aircraft, by that I mean, truth is always easier looking towards the past or future, but not towards the now.

Either way, the morning is beautiful.

stopGOstop is proud to present episode 175, Song of Water, Sparrows, and Light, a new piece for manipulated sine waves and sample library orchestra.

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Looking inward — the waves moving, the mind murmurs in melody, this morning there was a glimmer, then at noon a glow; as I move, I hear episode 173, a new composition for a small ensemble.

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