At sunset, a breeze blew in from the coast and swirled up the valley, ruffling feathers on a jay that was perched on the fence, and knocking on the door of a room in my heart where I store my favorite memories.
Itâs a big room. Getting crowded. More so every day.
I heard the breeze before I felt it. It was whispering secrets in the oaks and cottonwoods that grow along the river and make this valley such a place of peace.
I closed my eyes to listen. And somehow, in my mindâs ear, the whispers became a song.
At sunset, a breeze blew in from the coast and swirled up the valley, ruffling feathers on a jay that was perched on the fence, and knocking on the door of a room in my heart where I store my favorite memories.
It’s a big room. Getting crowded. More so every day.
I heard the breeze before I felt it. It was whispering secrets in the oaks and cottonwoods that grow along the river and make this valley such a place of peace.
I closed my eyes to listen. And somehow, in my mind’s ear, the whispers became a song.
At sunset, a breeze blew in from the coast and swirled up the valley, ruffling feathers on a jay that was perched on the fence, and knocking on the door of a room in my heart where I store my favorite memories.
It’s a big room. Getting crowded. More so every day.
I heard the breeze before I felt it.