But I was especially receptive to how Nature touched my hair and skin. As I walked about in the meadow, I opened my coat to let in the frosty breeze of this Maine morning and pulled down my hood to let the air take my hair where it wished. I experienced exhilaration and refreshment, cleansing, an opening of the heart.
I returned to the deck, as I do every morning, to sit with the birds and my first daily coffee. Sitting down, I wrapped the soft tactile warmth of my coat about me, cuddling my ears in the furriness of its hood. My body warmed slowly much like in the embrace of my lover.
Thus did I spend my morning silence.
