The Piano That Found Me:
ACT I: THE FOG I WAKE UP IN
Most mornings
I wake up
ninety percent inside a cloud.
Not sleep.
Not dreams.
A fog that lives behind my eyes
and refuses to lift
no matter how well I behave.
People move too fast and think too little.
By Christopher Sopher
Valley of the Sun Press – Opinion
November 20, 2025
Everyone reacts before they understand.
Everyone speaks before they listens.
