not all who wander are lost

not all who wander are lost

Thursday, March 15, 2007

the secret hour

this morning I crawled out of bed and peeked out the window over the churchyard. The morning was just beginning, still heavy with mist and completely silent. I opened the window and sat out on the sill. I could see my breath. And the fields, misty with the breath of earth.

I thought of Kodie. He taught me this. The secret hour. When everything is still and perfect.


em said...


Aunt Della said...

In my world that 'secret hour' is the time that I wake up before everyone else but not on purpose. I'm glad that someone enjoys the peacefulness of that time of day.