Come morning, I rise with restored exhilaration, fading dream state memory my soul has been traversing the streets of Israel again. The layered songs of exotic birds overhead. Did you know Israel is the bird migration capital of the world? I ask, since they’re much freer than I, how it is they found a single reason to leave of their own accord? It was said I am more valuable than the birds, but how can this be if they are free to stay?
