Softly
What a beautiful day-rainy and quiet. I got up to trumpets, but settled into making sounds with Himalayan pipes-soft and restful. Think I’ll linger in this place of peace for awhile, then make myself a cup of tea, and maybe catch up on White. I haven’t forgotten you, Scribie. Just been waiting for all the activity around me to fall away, so I could read without distraction.
What a wonderful day. I’m moving through it softly.
What a wonderful day. I’m moving through it softly.