The quiet hours

I’m thankful for the quiet hours of the morning. Those fleeting moments are mine for resting and dreaming. Although those moments are quiet, they are not silent. I can hear all of the life before the busy work of the day begins. I can hear the hum of the refrigerator, my neighbors readying for work, my breathing, birds chirping, and light street traffic.

I’m thankful to have such time to simply be and enjoy life.

[from December 2020]