Brevity is the soul of wit
2004-07-17
Its 7:38 in the morning...my niece is sleeping peacefully across the hall...clutching a book to her chest;ahhh she has fallen in love with a story. my neighbor across the way is playing some opera and the birds are joining in sweet symphonic response.
the air is cooled and the breeze is faint.
cheers to saturdays
Peace
