I am thinking about stillness this early morning. There is delightful space between small sounds. It is this silent space that interests me, draws me in like a soothing balm. To be in it, and looking out from it, rather than the opposite. From this safe stillness, I perch, smell the coffee, feel the spring sun shine through the window, warming me, see the March wind move tree limbs to dance! Clouds float. I breathe a deep breath, hear my exhale.