Today my house is silent for the first time in two weeks. Outside of a few meditation and yoga practices, I think I had forgotten the engulfing, perfect sound of quiet. It is a sound that invites simplicity, something we instinctively desire and yet also fear.
I feel so lucky today, today, to keep it simple –
– and just observe the winter-bare world around me: a December tree reflected in a stream.
A fallen leaf slipping its night frost in the morning sun.
A stack of poetry books as high as my shoulders, waiting to be understood.