Is It Tuesday Yet?
A voice is heard above the raging waterfall in the distance. The melodious tunes pierce the air and shatter the slippery calm you were just feeling. But, the ground beneath you seems to fall away and the light shines from above, calling to you, begging to be reunited. The world saddens and the light shimmers with a new aura and the clouds peeking from behind the trees' branches are stained hues of orange and red.
And still, this voice can be heard over the din of raging water and shifting world mass. And then it occurs to you, that you are the one singing. . .