Standing outside to look at the sky I could hear my phone begin to ring. I glanced toward the house but chose to enjoy the moment before me. I had been listening to a song by Miles Davis in the background. There were no words, just notes being played on a trumpet softly.
Warmth filled me in understanding. How often we try to fill our quietness with too many words; trying to address questions too soon, before we have answers. It was an hour to listen carefully and not be distracted by clamoring voices.