I woke up last night hearing Gregorian chants. I smiled, with my eyes closed listened harder. I thought someone must be playing them in the house somewhere ... but it was very late and the house was dark and silent. I listened again and realized it was the wind whistling through the door making this beautitful noise. I slipped back into my dreams. The wind lifted me while I slept. I feel like I am missing fall this year ... it is going to fast. I need to take a walk today and drink some of the colors in before high winds sweep them away.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
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Beautifully put, Kim. A beautifully poetic allusion, the chants to the wind.
Words and images...totally took my breath away...again. Thanks, Kim. Adele
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