Symphony in the Silence

The wind blew east down the
dune and through the pine grove,
across the waterfall and pond
and shook the Arborvitae like
his mother swatting the squeaky
clean sheets on the line on a
warm, sunny day in May.

He heard the roar of the waves
on the Big Lake and gave thanks
for the Sunday morning silence
in the neighborhood. He breathed
deeply and embraced the sun as
it flew through his arms toward
the water on its way west.

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