The morning ear
This morning I listen.
I hear my favorite folk music playing quietly.
I hear the slow fat rain drops clumsily hitting the concrete out front.
I hear the steady breeze blowing through the trees, blowing away the leaves as a new chapter in their life starts, fall.
I hear my fingers typing as my head unwinds, and my heart smiles.
I am at peace this morning.
I listen, and I hear everything I’ve ever wanted to hear, and for once
I am at peace.
