It was a noise she hadn't heard in a long while. It was strange. She liked it but it was still kinda eery. She could hear her thoughts as if they were audible. The dog humphed at the other side of the house. The birds chirping all around, not that loud but cheery tweety sing-song notes.
The garden boy cleaning the crystal blue pool, the sound of buzzing african flies by the window. She promised herself she would write and so thats what she did, each morning.
She could pour it out all onto the page and it made her feel lighter and also fuller but in a good way. She wrote for God, because He felt close when she did, she wrote for her heart too, she needed it so.
All she knew was that her soul did a happy kind of jump and she felt that this could heal a part of her, this fine summers day starring out her bedroom window on this beautiful January day.