Morning quiet-- magical, isn't it?
Summer mornings-- when I'm not hustling my butt to a conference or church or something else-- are just what the soul needs. The windows are open, the air is humid but not yet scorching, and the bird chorus is really delightful.
Yes, there's the hum of cars streaming by, and a few other noises of human habitation, but for now, birds, quiet, and warm air are doing their magic.
There's so much non-magical stuff going on in the world, the news cycle is toxic, and our future as a country seems at stake. Yet the birds don't care. The air is sweet. The fairy laundry is spread on the grass-- another hot day ahead.
I cling to these moments, knowing that they are ephemeral at best, but necessary as well.
I hope you have some quiet to cling to, too.
C
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