I still fly a lot in my dreams, she told us, but I try to stay close to the ground.
At my age, a fall can be pretty serious....
the deafening silence.
from the absence of the robins.
is replaced by the screeching sound of a bluejay.
crickets provide a soft background melody.
and the wind chime sounds.
every time a leaf.
lets go of its branch.
and dances in the breeze.
towards the ground.
welcome to coffee hour.
welcome to this Sunday morning.