What a glorious Sunday evening........ it has been much, much too hot here lately...... of course, this is just my opinion, but I am certain I am not the only one who feels this way.......So, it is always a delight to me when I am finally able to open up the windows because the sun has gone down, and Mr Moon has arrived...........
And, so, here I sit by the window, just me and him........ a slight breeze drifts in through the window.........ahhh, a bit of relief....... it is calm and it is quiet........
And, then suddenly.......... I hear him......... he starts out faintly, and then gains momentum........ and all I can do is sit back and enjoy it........
You see, there is, on the opposite corner from me, a sweet old gentleman, who, every evening........ honestly, every........ rain or shine........ steps out onto his porch......... and begins whistling.......... Now, it isn't whistling for a dog........ it is not, an attention-getting hey-you whistle........ oh, no........this is a wonderous sweet sound that fills the quiet night with a loud, vibrant whistle which echoes off the houses........ and it is beautiful........ Steve loved to sit quietly and listen to him, no matter how he was feeling, it would always bring a smile to his face......... It is just as beautiful in the Winter as the Summer........ You can hear him even amidst the raindrops........ Sometimes, you can tell he is having trouble sleeping, for he will be out in the very wee, wee hours of the morning......... but, no one minds........ no one complains........ This man has a talent not many know......... And, he will stay out there until his song is complete...... I don't know the names of his songs, but I do know, they touch my heart......... and they make me stop........ and listen....... and reflect........ and Thank God.......It has been a good day......... it is a beautiful night........ and, if only for a few moments......... I am being "serenaded" by one of God's "earth~angels"............ goodnight my friends........ May God Bless........
5 comments:
Joyce, what a wonderful post. You truly know the meaning of finding peace in the most simple things. Thank you so much, your writing has reminded me to stop and to listen when the moon comes out.
Cherry xx
What a gift your neighbor has and what a gift he gives to you. Beautiful post, Joyce!
Pat
Joyce,you also have a gift...your style of writing just flows. I read your post, and I am there listening to your neighbor and admiring the moon.
Dear Joyce - I'm so happy to have met you and will enjoy reading your blog! thank you!
stephanie
be still my heart.
samantha
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