Saturday, May 19, 2012


Written May 31, 2008

Sometimes silence is golden. 
Like right no as I look out from the window above my bed, I can understand all of it even with the lack of sound.I cannot hear the wind rustling the tree branches, but as it blows through them, the green foilage sparkels against the pure blue backdrop. The birds chirping do not penetrate through my thick glass window but their joy is also in the manner in which they scurry about. And while I cannot hear the voices of friendly neighbors or feel the warmth of the sunshine, I can see that they are all as thankful as I am for such beauty and I am finally inspired to write once more.
from my window

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