The silence of the morning sneaks in through the windows of our home, temporary though it may be, in the woods.It accompanies us during our morning walk through the estate.
The only sounds are those of the awakening birds.
The silence of the morning greets the awakening village.
It lights up the fields.
The silence of the morning is my company as I walk through the misty woods,
and as my four-footed companion happily keeps me company on the trail.
The silence of the morning is a balm that soothes the soul.
Your post reminds me of Ralph Waldo Emerson’s , “The Apology”.
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Thank you very much. That is quite a compliment.
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