The shine from the rise is brighter than its ever been. The birds don't just chirp they sound like a chorus at Carnegie in perfect sync, and pitch pretty harmony. The leaves don't just jump from the trees and lie down on the ground to be stepped on, no, they dance to the sound of the wind, well choreographed with soul, like the finale at the end of the Wiz. The breeze ain't just blowing shit, no, it softly kisses the skin, like a considerate and caring Lover, gently pecking at the places most sensitive, sending chills up and down the body, like a mechanical massage.
Mothers cook Hearty breakfast from scratch, none of that microwave or fast food crap, while fathers team work and help get the kids dressed, none of that chauvinism mess. People sharing the streets walk with their heads up, smiling-friendly, beating one another at speaking kindly. Trash men clean the concrete so well that they sparkle, like glitter painted fingernails. Asian store keepers pass out free fruit so the teens headed to school don't steal; but instead they're taught a valuable lesson about giving which in return, somewhere in the future, down the road of their lives, they too will pay it forward. Dogs walk themselves and bag their own shit. Street Kats preach asset advice and actual facts you can learn from and not that standard, conspiracy, fuck the white man rhetoric.
They say how you start is how you end, so the sun getting off and the moon clocking in is now highly anticipated. If it's arrival were a movie trailer or billboard it would read, "With no time to sleep, Illuminating Dreams fill the sky full. Coming Soon!! "The Glow" where you're a star even if they never name you. This picture has been Rated Success and can only be viewed in a Focused 3D."
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