When I take my coffee outside, the sun is just cresting the mountain ridge. The dogs are waiting on the front porch, and your delight takes you by surprise. The morning is silent -- a week has passed and you have not yet taken the time to truly listen to it. It is a kindness.
You eat breakfast in the shade, watch the hummingbirds and the pigeons and the crows, while the dogs sleep at your feet. A gentle breeze ripples through the flags, a steady backdrop of sound to the valley full of silence. Your head aches with the noise of months in motion, you hadn't realized. Here is a soft landing, here is reprieve.
Now is the time for you to dig slowly,
see what gold lingers in the dirt.
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