There is peace in the sunrise; a soothing quiet that descends over
you like softly falling snow. There is peace in the sunlight peeking through
the wooden slats of the backyard fence which is one strong wind away from
falling over. There is peace in the stream that is rising from the freshly made
cup of tea in the sunroom. I just sit there and stare at it and it fascinates
me. As time passes, there is peace in the sunlight quietly making its way
across the wooden floor. There is peace in this world but often not in the
places we usually try to find it in; not even in the temple we may meditate in.
