A Symphony of Spheres

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

A blank screen. A canvas. The night sky.
Words. Brushstrokes. Sunrise.

The Sun is The World's definitive painter.

Dawn is light and sweet, a light dessert of light this morning.

The horizon wears a comfortable casual fashion show of color.

Every morning the sky is a new painting of dawn. Sunlight and rivers are never the same bath twice.

The way of water is the way of fire: Change to remain the same.

A choreography of light and water makes most of The World.

The Sun conducts a symphony of spheres called a galaxy. Each globe sings and sounds its own songs of color.

A star is a cloud of fire. Planets circle and spin to stay dry from the flames.

Hope all's well my creative friends.

I write a few hundred words each morning to stretch. I post the effort on this site called Wonder Fell so other artists can have a place not to feel so alone with our work's requirement of solitude.

Each morning brings something new to wonder about. So... wonder falls with every ray to paint a living picture called Dawn.

This morning stretch of words is my record of it: This record of when wonder fell.

A wonderful wonderful pun, too. Tyvm.

Thanks for reading. Go and make something wonderful.