This is beautiful as the chance meeting of a dessert spoon impregnated with chocolate and a plastic bottle without a protective cap, on the edge of a devastated heath covered with weeds following a succession of bad weather caused by a depression coming from northern Europa 👏
watcheroftheskies617 The voice of creation is heard in all things. All noises are the voice of the creator. Music is. It pours through the prism of our individual soul. Each one unigue. Each experience is different. Each one brand new. All sound is music. Even our complaints.