Birds singing early
Car tires whooshing on asphalt
Laptop keys tapping
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Music to our ears!
Yes. But I’m glad you couldn’t hear the sounds I made when I couldn’t get Zoom to cooperate.
Nice job Ina!
Thanks, Nigel. Good to hear from you. I’ve been out of touch wrestling with my new computer.
My computer is beginning to show signs of old age. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for father’s day.
I hope you get your wish. I like my laptop but we still are not close buddies.
That conjours up a picture in my mind. Good news.
Thanks, Alison.
Glad to hear your new laptop is working out for you and the birds are giving you inspiration 🙂
Thanks, Andrea. I’m still working out kinks but I do like my little laptop. Right now it is around 70 and the breezes are blowing in through my open windows. The best of summer!
I like reading the tags as they often add context. You have a writing room? That’s very cool. Maybe you could share with us sometime what is in that room that is special for you. Special knickknacks and books? Pictures on the wall? Or just an empty, plain, peaceful room with a desk? Curious! Meow!
I like your suggestion of describing my writing room. Look for it soon. Thanks.
marvelous
It means a lot to me that you looked at my tags and encouraged me to write something new.
All sounds of a new day
Yes they are, Lynn.