A bit ago, I stepped outside my French doors and breathed in the silence, trying to clear the jumble of thoughts in my head. My body stilled and slowly I began to hear, the peep of a wren, the caw of a crow, the trill of a bird I do not know. Spring teased the mid-February morning and I stepped off the porch and wandered between the broken acorns and long stem grass.
My hand wandered to soft ears, silken noses. One yawned, the other nuzzled and I could feel myself sliding into that place called peace. Wishing all such a moment today.