The sky, quilted by an
occasional pouf of
cloud here and there. Light breeze
stirs the air. Not hot. Yet.
Screens thrown open to let
Nature's music in with
no manmade distractions
to interrupt the hush
in my part of the world.
Only sound heard is clack
of fingers on keyboard:
a lovely morn to write.
Morning? you said writing in the morning? have you hate for your bed? Girl, the best of life is to sleep late mornings, and to night write until the candle cries uncle!
Try it once and you will be hooked!
Hey Karla, I can relate to this on many levels, I was up most of last night listeting to the quiettude, its amazing what you hear when all else is turned off around you
God Bless
Michelle~
I hear the sounds of solitude and gratification. What a wonderful way to express the sound of silence interrupted only by a creative mind tiptoeing across a keyboard. May peace remain with you always. JMW
Beautiful insight to the start of your busy day, Karla... and fruitful with the first strike of the keys and pouf of the breeze! Can taste the cool peppermint tea from here! :)) K xx
Glad the storms are over with, here they are not, it is rainy and dreary today, just sprinkling a little, but not so humid as yesterday. Nothing better than windows open and fresh air blowing in. Keep on typing out these great writes. We appreciate them.
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You make this title come to life. Peaceful!
Sheila
Try it once and you will be hooked!
Georg
Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose
God Bless
Michelle~
You set the mood well with your words!
Cryssa
hugs
Fee
Be always safe,
Karen
Love tinka
well done...
John
Until...
(((HUGS)) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :D