Atop a log, still as a mouse, Laura drank in the symphony of the forest, played for her ears alone.
City stresses melted away to the gentle cadence of breeze-tickled leaves, bird song, and the babbling of a nearby brook.
Tonight, hooting owls and crickets would serenade her to sleep.
My friend, Laura, gave me the prompt mouse, symphony, forest in an email in which she described just such an experience. I couldn’t resist using her name in the story!
Nice. Becalmed a city-slicker that I am.
You caught the moment perfectly. Thank you so very much ❤