Tina Hayes

“Each day passes the same as the next. We walk. We read, cook. We stand still. It feels good to be quiet during these blustery days. In the half light of the mornings, the daily thrill of birdsong is offered each time I listen. Maybe the bird in my garden flew five thousand miles to sit there and sing to me. I close my eyes and listen. I listen to the wisdom of silence, to the notes heard in the rain. This day will bring things that have never been.”

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