A view from my back porch…
In the pre hours of early morning the sound of steel on steel crosses over the trestle bridge about a mile away. When conditions are all lined up one can hear as far as allowed and so our day starts with distant echos racing across the floor of this old hollow. A darken night brings sound to what is ignored in the light of day. As I listen to hear, small yet equally important movement scurries in the side yard. All in all much is among the living, moving about, rolling as wheels along rails making tracks toward another day. Once the sun is hanging high then we will find our place in the order of things. May our sound be a pleasing one to those who listen in contentment……………………………Dan
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