I stand on my porch and feel the whisk of wind on my face. I close my eyes and surrender to the morning. Noises drift around me: the birds nesting in my gutter, the puttering of a small vehicle journeying northward, music floating through an open window. I make no sound myself, still and steady on the cold wood beneath my feet. My eyes open, and what I see pleases me. I let the serenity fill me and carry it back into the house. The morning wind follows me, flooding the living room with the scintillating scent of spring. I close the door and move away, into the house, my heart still quiet, my mind still peaceful. If I have any complaints, I have forgotten them at least for a little while.
Good morning to my friend, the WRITER! Very nice – almost mystical.
Mystical or mythical, either way I much enjoyed it!
thank you both