Sunday, May 20, 2012


Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. As I sit at my breakfast table this morning, having just read a National Geographic story about the crowded life in Hong Kong, I cannot see or hear one person. The only sound, right now, is that of a solitary mourning dove cooing outside. Tomorrow it will be marginally more crowded and noisy as Fleur-Ange will be back home but even then the lack of other peoples and noise will be pleasant.

1 comment:

Linda said...

We enjoy quiet where we live as well. Sometimes when we travel, we marvel at the noise, especially at night.