To Bring The Essence Home

All I hear is the night train crossing the Brookfields, miles away, the whole time that it takes to saunter clear across the lawn, inspect a daisy with my dog, and amble back again. Sometimes it takes a certain foil of sound to bring the essence of a stillness home.

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