Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Unmuted

The other morning I stepped outside the house into a world reduced. By a natural night alchemy, a fog had covered the forest. Even the nearest hills were veiled as if they were no more. And then, from the invisible forest beyond, a melody played clear and pure. I stood in wonder as the music flowed from a single White-throated Sparrow singing to herald the unseen dawn. Wonder will not be muted.


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