Friday Morning awoke slowly, with heavy eyes. There was a strange peace. The sounds were muffled, even the birds seemed to be wrapped in the gentle mist.
On a day like this I like to sit in a quiet corner and let my thoughts flutter. Like butterflies they stop here and there, unhurried, unleashed, unafraid. My mind becomes a garden and the flowers are happy memories.
I listen to the gentle April rain on my window, the ticking of the clock, a car passing by, the sound of a wind bell, and I find that's all I need. "Joy" is here. We are sharing quiet thoughts.
Have a beautiful weekend!
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