As I write this, the sounds of beautiful music fill my kitchen.
The smell of a pot meal fires my hunger.
Outside the birds sing their roosting song, and
A tap splashes softly as I contemplate the year.
Summer sighs with winds that promise cooler days –
in spite of yellowed grasses,
It never quite reached its promise.
Yet I find gratitude for all I have learnt, and the laughter I hear as an echo.
For beyond the shadows that hurt
the laughter bubbles its effervescent stream –
if I listen hard enough.
Have a good August, and may you find full laughter.