Close to home.

Bamboo chimes & rose bush diptych: Our front porch, Columbia MO.

The sky has been speaking of rain, all the day long.
And just now, the first few drops whispered down from the heavens.
It was with such gentleness that they came, my heart skipped a beat.
Beauty has that affect on me.

From my bedroom window I look upon our street, quiet in the evening, only the birds sing.
I believe they are telling tales of the flowering white tree our view shares.
Its petals dance along the breeze, which carries the fragrance of purple popsicles and hope.