What wakes you up in the morning? Is it the call of the sea lark's song twinkling over the hills, pulling you from slumber? Or is it the screech of your alarm clock throbbing in your ears, reminding you of monday morning traffic and city lights? I'll take the tree, and the forests, and leave society to itself--at least the corporate side.
All this to tell you that I lost my job. And I've never been happier. Yesterday, willing slave of 9-5. Today, freedom, ink, fabric, and the call of the sea.