It’s Mayberry Beautiful 

If this is not beauty, in it’s most pure form, then I have never known beauty.

The storm, having taken away manmade luxuries, offers the gentlest sounds ever to fall upon my heart; a peace offering from the heavens.

I feel this silence as though it holds my hand. It is engaging, like an old friend. Even the terrible void inside of me feels satisfied and full.

Morning light through my window, a slight chill to cool my body, this is the best of life as I have lived it 

Birds sing and carry on like old ladies at a Sunday social. A cock crows in the far off distance. I am so happy in this moment.

Grey skies, above, shelter sleepy eyes from the lock step clikety clack of a determined Sun. I pray the grey holds strong so that I can live in this moment forever.

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