Tranquility
In a tiny village far away, in a ordinary cottage, in a cozy reading room overlooking a vast lake, Daphne stood quietly. Morning sun had just peeked over the distant soft shaded hills. Thin rafts of cloud floated in the still water. A single bird opened the air with its trill. A squirrel peered in her window from a pine bough. She stretched and yawned, feeling the gentleness of the day.
“There are times when we stop, we sit still. We listen and
breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.”
~ James Carroll, novelist and playwright
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