As a cool winter breeze blows softly, the first warmth of the winter sun for the day warms me again. Birds sing from trees near and far. Frogs sing in the sunshine as the creek sparkles in the morning sun. From a nearby farm, a rooster crows. No human sounds can be heard at all. It is bliss.
Although change is a part of life, I say thanks for small consistencies too. The songs of the birds may change. Some birds move on, some stay all year around. The frogs too change their song, as the seasons change and different frogs share their joy through voice. But in general, the beauty of this place remains. The changes themselves actually add to the consistency of beauty.
