Saturday morning quiet time is wonderful. It is that moment when I am ready for work and just lounging around. There isn't any activity in the house or neighborhood. Everything is quiet except the random bark of a dog. I'm not really sure what he is barking at and knowing him, probably nothing but his own shadow.
These are the moments to savor. I remember when the kids were little and I would be up and about before they even thought of getting out of bed. It was in that moment that I was just me and for a brief second I forgot responsibility. I allowed myself that time to enjoy a book, linger in the bath or just sit on the porch.
My kids are grown and I don't have a porch now. But I still have the quiet. The quiet can be beautiful.
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