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....
~storypeople
morning coffee.
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.
just BE.
robin.
Always feeling blessed to have stopped by here. Always love seeing the different ways in which I can, 'just be'.
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