I haven’t spoken a word this morning.
It’s quiet in the house
Just the tick of the clock
The tap of my fingers on the keyboard
The quickly silenced whistle of the teakettle
Wind has allowed the trees some rest
Rain hovers quietly in the clouds
Traffic has yet to roll over pavement
Like a breath deep into my belly
With a great sigh of relief
Simple silence fills the morning with calm.
“Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?”
~ Lawrence Durrell, Justine
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