moving ever so slightly.....

Our quiet little cottage

brings a sense of stillness that is hard to put into words.

Maybe because nothing is actually still

while we are there.

~~~~~

The turned leaves on the trees

sway side to side

no matter how gentle the breeze is.

~~~~~
The prairie grasses dance

almost perfectly to the beat of the music

we always have playing.

~~~~~

The birds dive and disappear

into the feeders

as if they have never eaten a single seed.

~~~~~

The furry striped chipmunks

bounce all around the fringed edge

of our yard,

searching for the peanuts

I leave out for them.

~~~~~

The ceiling fans cycle constantly

bringing down wisps of cool air

that tickle the back of our necks.

~~~~~

And the hummingbirds

flit by in their iridescent colors

and I catch my breath

while I watch in amazement at their gentleness.

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So maybe it's just our hearts that are still

when we are at the cottage,

and maybe our heads, too.

An overall stillness

wrapped up in quiet

that is almost tangible.

I guess when the most important question of any day

that someone might ask is

"is there any more lemonade"

will do that to a person...

quiet them down

and make them thankful

to have some place

that will take them away

and let them

believe in just about anything.