Truly one of the great joys of my life is it being so quiet that
I can hear falling leaves land on the ground.
I live in a forest of oak trees and this morning I stood among them just
to be with God. It was gently snowing
brown oak leaves against a bright blue sky in a bitter cold dawn and I could
hear them land on earth. Raining, snowing; but
what do you call showering fall leaves? Leaving!
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