Stillness

 Stillness


The meadow is quiet with just a whisper of wind.

Leaves on the buckthorn stir only slightly.

A lone rabbit, up and out before the deer and squirrels, grazes in the grass.

The sun rises seemingly slower in late November, and never arcs very high.

It is a time for introspection, a time to remember why we are here. 



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