As I hold my cup of hot coffee and stand in the morning sunlight, a cold breeze chills my hands. The sounds that reach my ears are the music of my world. Nine AM Sunday morning and the melodic sound of church bells entwine their melody with the harmony of my wind chimes.
In the distance a flock of starlings layer their notes to the song. A gust of wind forces the rising smoke from the chimney of our wood stove downward and it swirls around me coating my wool coat with the scent of burning oak and walnut. Photographs capture only one fifth of the that which surrounds us.
I’m sure one day we will be able to share all we experience. But for now we share what we can. Enjoy!
Thank you for sharing your time with me!