The sound of birds crackling the chilled air

Resting on my skin like the breath of a lover
Inhaled like the sweet fragrance of a blooming flower
Rays of sun painting my soul like the approval of a benevolent protector
Walking to the gate that leads to a path in your mind where the day begins
A new adventure shines on the walls of my conscience
Up to the clouds on a ramp of sunlight vision of a birds life
I am still here among the softness of the earths green bouquet
Berries and milk with honey

The ice in his glass popped as the warm scotch filled the glass halfway. This was more meaningful to me than he could possibly know.

The structure of the ice began to degrade fracturing but remaining whole shrinking and mingling with the warm liquid. He drinks the whiskey with a wince slams the glass on the table. The ice no longer suspended bounce around the glass settling. The shrinking would take a long time like my brain when they used that ray on me. There was nothing I could tell this intelligence agent that he could believe. I don't know if I believe it.