A persistent siren churns in the background, as the bird chirps its enchanting song.
It's all in a moment—this right to choose. Dread or delight? We only know one when we experience the other.
Dread, no doubt, will appear at our door and work mighty hard to pull us astray—down unlit alleys and thunders of fury, and patterns slapped down from deep in the past.
Until we wake with strength or, perhaps fortune, to see and then choose—
to outbrave this probable fate, turning dread into delight in the instant of the take.