In my evening stroll, spring is breathing in the yard. Honeysuckle has started blooming, the special scent mixed in the night air is like a lullaby for the nose. The Peonies have closed up for their night’s sleep. The Sweet Peas are thriving, climbing up so high and wide, making our little path narrower.
A slow, mellow cello is gently rolling in and when I looked into the house, Mama is moving in her slow pace, it matches perfectly with the mellow cello at that moment, like sound melting into movement.
Everything is in its place. I found ease where it was. Good night!