Morning After Vacation

Have you ever had to go away just to remember what was always at home? I recently got back from a long vacation, and found myself hearing the morning birds as if it were for the first time. That inspired today’s draft, which feels deeply incomplete. The goal is to get down enough to catch the thread of the original idea, and I think I have done that, at least.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBirds are different in the Ohio River Valley.(Forgive me for stating the obvious.When it comes to knowing the natural world,I'm still a childbarely aware of what I don't know.) I invite silence around me,sit close, wrapped in it.I finally hear the morning birds,muffled in the rain.Different notes, still music, grafted directly to unknowing memory.This followed me home from vacation,with the bright red soil and the grains of sand, the ability to listen, pause, be delighted.