Music for the Eyes

Thursday, May 14, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Light clouds, light rain, light for breakfast, a sunrise in Spring.

Hope all's well dear readers.

On with our show...

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A clock ticks, a dog dreams, a clock tocks, a robin sings, rooftop chimneys are a rustic red from the rain.

The color palette changes with the cloud cover and the time of day.

Have you noticed?

The whole world is a symphony of color.

The harmonic hues of Nature show Life is more than scientific. Mother Earth is an artist, too.

Just as in music certain notes produce certain effects, so too colors coincide to make chords.

It's disgustingly difficult to discuss color still in my Country without politics rearing its ugly ignorant voice.

So instead of an essay, I work on an Epic to remind us the beauty in Nature's visual song.

A dozen African Violets grow in the same pot by the window where I write these morning entries. And though each flower is violet, not a single one is the exact same shade.

Like you and I.

If every songbird, house dog, cat, or human, we're all the same color; there'd be nothing worth sharing, no variety, no stories, no interactions other than duty, no way to grow.

Nothing new, so no way to grow.

Same leads to the same; variety means the hope for something better.

If every songbird and human looked the same and sang the same song, I'd stay in bed. The Sun would have no reason to rise other than more of the same.

Variety in color is as much a necessity to The Earth as variety in music.

Color is music for the eyes.

Back to The Epic.