It is Easter morning, my 24th in prison. I sit alone in my cell, it is near 8am. I am not upset that I am locked away this said holiday, no… for I am use to it.

I hear crows crowing through a window that used to open, until they welded it closed. Lucky for me it was not closed all the way when welded. With hearing as good as mine, I can sometimes hear the cooing of Doves. But today, the crows provide the sound… a sound that’s actually delightful to hear, while here.

The weather has been cool for the last week. Through the little crack that I hear the birds daily, comes a nice cold breeze at night. I enjoy that on my face. It makes me dream of being on a barren shoreline during winter months. Just me and the sea. I can even hear the waves at times, and smell the salty air.

Yes, one must know how to turn the little things into useful assets. It is best, else one may weaken or decay as many do after a lifetime of caging.

I can only hope and pray this Easter day that my thoughts and words will make one think. Think of those little things, for they can blossom to much larger thoughts.

Thank you !!

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