Sometimes you don't always need to speak; sometimes you just need to observe.
As much as I love to write, there are moments when I simply run out of words. That's when I step back and soak up what I can through a picture here or a memory there; sometimes they alone tell enough. I've written much about home, of which my heart is so full. Whether that be through blogging or just sitting with a journal and pen in hand. This post holds quiet memories that may actually speak louder than what can be written or spoken. Try to absorb the untold. Look into the eyes, not past them. Notice the things which are easily missed. Thoroughly observe and absorb.
So here's to the silent songs of birds, blue skies, and smiles.
