Five minutes

There are times when just five minutes makes all the difference.   I know I should get my proverbial (and literal) butt across the street… into the building and upstairs.  I know this on my head.  And yet, when the siren song of the wind chimes called to me I knew I needed to take just five minutes and creep into the garden and listen and be still.
The water quiets the street sounds.
The solitude quiets my racing thoughts and my stress.
The green creeps in and for just five minutes everything is OK.


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