Rest your wings.
Here is a hollow of silence,
A nest of stillness in which to hatch your dreams.
(Joan Walsh Anglund)
Through the dark, foggy night the fog horns bayed their soulful warnings.
Quietly at first.
From far away down river.
Louder and louder and more demanding as the ocean bound ship slowly, slipped up the river to the sea.
Then the shadowy sounds drifted quietly away.
In this hollow of silence.
This nest of stillness.
I dream of spring.
Of soft, warm gentle days.
Of flowers of exuberant beauty.
I dream. I dream. I dream.
(Joan Walsh Anglund is an American inspiration writer and speaker)