Notes from last evening:
A welcome rainstorm just passed through, drenching thirsty trees and sunburned grass and sagging flowers, leaving the world in a soft green glow. Branches are still dripping. Flowers cup tiny puddles. The air is hazy with heat. The stillness is striking. It’s as if the backyard world has been caught in a freeze-frame, holding its breath, utterly, silently, majestically still. Like me.
“Often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.”
– Pindar –
Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.
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