Have you ever noticed the stillness that gently calls when the world is just being?

Not doing. Just being. Waiting for us to notice. 

I notice it most in the shifting Summer, as afternoon slants towards dusk. The world is embraced in light. Kindling from within each tree, each home, and the passing breeze. A singing glow that remakes each line and shape and colour more true. More real. The radiant trees seem almost to burst in their perfect, vibrant stillness. The luminous faces of buildings speak of people who have grown and loved and lived within their walls.

I love the world I live in. Those moments of stillness when I feel the world sing, hold my moments of silent thanks.