Sunday, August 26, 2012

today I hear

fans whirling

birds chirping and singing and flapping their wings

squirrels chattering and crunching the pecans and acorns that have begun to fall

little voices with big ideas

my husband's voice telling me how much he loves me

the wind occasionally stirring through the trees and grass

the slam of car doors and the hoot of laughter

the drone of a motorcycle going down our street

the sound of shoes pounding the pavement as a group of runners run by

His voice in my heart urging me further up and deeper in

the hiss of my coffee pot as it leaks the final drops of liquid into the pot

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