Sometimes it’s best to be quiet, best simply to be.
During this month of traveling, between the endless security checks at airports, the efforts to make oneself understood in a new language, the encounters and introductions, and the excited reunions with old friends and relations, there have been interludes of quiet.
This morning is one such blessed time. Outside my window, under an overcast sky, a breeze freshens the leaves and branches of the tall garden hedge, setting them all astir. A fine rain slants down like grace.
Today, instead of more words, I offer images. Wishing you peace, and the quiet through which renewal can arise.