Roost.

Getting home around 0300, the woodland birds roost in the trees and the mature flowering shrubs that blanket this relatively quiet neighborhood. Chirping, chirping far into the night. Delicate airy song that welcomes The Twilight soon to come.

These Simple Pleasures that can only be appreciated by the virtues of Patience, and Openness In Listening.

The Quiet Within, focused and calm are we now, as such now may we hear, feel, taste, and fully appreciate, the song of the land; this wind that blows through the old-growth maples and oaks down by the river, and the song of these birds past the banks, so subtly tucked away in their roosts until this Dawn soon to come.

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂