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There was a certain calm among the forest inhabitants. The woods seemed more patient this morning than ever before. There wasn’t the usual scurrying of critters foraging for food. Not even the leaves were rustling in the breeze. There was none. Everything was at a standstill. No chirps from the birds, no croaks from the frogs, just quiet. It was a peaceful and tranquil feeling, one I surely had never felt before.

I thought about calling out, but instead began to tread carefully, trying to step over the leaves as to not break the silence. As I walked, I discovered a light coming from a clearing. Moving slowly, I entered the area with trepidation. There, I saw the creatures of the forest, gathered together, soaking in the light. Watching them, it seemed as if they were meditating. It was then I realized they had stopped what they were doing, for that old proverbial saying, “to smell the roses”.

I sat myself down on a rock, and finally closing my eyes, I enjoyed the quiet. Seems I had found my patience. Perhaps, it has been here, all this time.

 

The Daily Post: Patience

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