the clouds are too.
Silence.
Except for the cracking of the fire.
Early morning peace breathes its gentle energy through the thick air.
Time slows down.
All is held in abeyance waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting . . .
Even pain slips away on the waft of medication.
It is a time of waiting . . .
and of knowing all will be well.
1 comment:
i feel this.
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