I slept for a chunk of Sunday afternoon. I know a lot of preachers do this, but not me. I usually can't sleep during the day. But yesterday I did. And I had a very strange dream.
I was concerned that I wouldn't be able to get to sleep last night, but... no worries. I think I was out by 10 or so. We left the window open because it was pretty steamy yesterday evening upstairs after a few hot days in a row and I was awakened by bird song at 4:30 this morning. I don't recall ever being so conscious of bird song as I have been the past few weeks this year.
"There were birds in the sky, but I never heard them singing, no I never heard them at all, till there was you..."
That's right, little one, you're tuning me in.