The quiet is huge.
The fireplace fan blows heat briefly into the room.
Outside, raccoons are banging in the garbage cans.
Their morning is quite different from mine.
© 2011, Liza Lee Miller.
Quiet is good… restful, deserved.
Thanks, Laura. Sometimes as a teacher, quiet is a little bit too ellusive!
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