“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


august rain

suddenly rain on a friday evening before a long weekend, and i feel my muscles loosen all at once. obligations slip away and my heart rate slows. never mind that my long weekend started this morning - there is just something about this rain that gives me permission to do nothing, and never mind that i am a woman who needs no permission given.  

the cat is asleep, sitting on the bathroom window sill, window open, screen rolled up, rain just inches away. the song of cicadas encircles the house. we are home.



  1. i love the quiet that resounds in these words. and i love those moments... when the world stops, just for a minute, to exhale.

  2. love this picture! : )

    (and ahhh yes... long weekends... so relaxing)


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