I  must have dozed off  while birds were singing .  Sweet and lively  sounds acting like a

serenade  .  Their stories filled the air  and comforted me into sleep .

Awakened by rustling as the winds began blowing . Stronger and stronger they grew

and stirring up the instincts as they do .   Memories from all the storms that have come  and

then have gone .

Then there is quiet and there is calm .

I do choose a beautiful , wild road and in between …. a bit of rest .