Listen

Cold nights lend themselves to long, involved dreams which leave one worn out in the morning. Perhaps the sluggishness is due to tugging at the comforter, and kicking loose the well-tucked sheet, and tossing when a turn was intended. And high above it all, Ella sings clear and true, taking care to tread lightly atop each note. The fitful sleeper sucks in his breath to listen. An intoxicating voice unlocks doors to hidden rooms which house the secrets we're supposed to air out under the winter sun. There is much work to be done once the head hits the pillow and the eyes slide shut, with or without angel song.