A harmony with the straight and narrow — Elijah Harper

The story of my life is best told through a collection of sounds. Like flipping through the pages of a jukebox, the highs and lows right there waiting to be told on every page.  

I was born free, but found myself confined to a city motivated by condos, coffee and cannabis shops.     

Millions of people so close, but so far from the truth. The truth that the narrowing concrete walls of a colonial worldview punish those who don’t flow with the straightened channel.

As I awaken from another dull and blunted slumber, before counting the blessings of another day, I jump on my bike and ride down to the valley.

There I sit at the river’s edge, no headphones, no distractions. Just me, the trees and the quiet trickling of the river to satisfy my soul.

The beauty of life transcends language. You see, it’s not that I don’t care or that I’m uninterested, it’s that I’d rather save my breath than waste it in a voice that is inherently limited.

As the cars pass, I take a deep inhale and let my exhale match the wind through the trees.

Synching sounds. Then I heard the river in song and harmony.