Sunday, January 11, 2015


“We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. 
Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.” 
― Leonora Carrington

the hour of silence.
before everyone is up.
and the only sound.
is that of the wood stove.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.
just BE.

1 comment:

Optimistic Existentialist said...

This makes me feel wondferfully wintry :)