Sabbath #21

We woke rather tired from all the preparations for guests. Skipped our reading at the table, skipped conversation. Hard boiled eggs, toast, lightly buttered. Today, early morning fog. Mist. Earlier, before sunrise, I stood at the bedroom window, opened. Looked into the backyard. Marveled at the quiet, not a sound. No wind. No traffic. Not even birdsong. Slipped back under the covers. New sheets sounds. Breathe sounds. Deep sleep sounds. Now, a sigh. Love sounds.