December 2011
2 posts
Mist
This morning I left for work ten minutes early. The mist and the silence it brought greeted me at my doorstep. Birds softly chirped hidden within the woods, and I had enough time to stand still and listen to them and them alone.
Forgotten was the last time I had allowed myself a margin of time to stop and notice a moment like this.
Moments otherwise missed fumbling keys, slinging bag over...
