Hearing the beauty

It was a slightly overcast day, the temperature was comfortable, a light jacket kept the breeze away. The island had a sense of peace about it, just large enough that a car helped with travel but wasn't totally necessary.

Sitting on a bench by the field of lilac, if you shut your eyes it helped to hear the breeze blowing through the plants, the scent was in the air. Watching the lilac, the stems swayed with the breeze brushing against one another, like a light sound of a broom as mother would sweep the front porch in summer. It was a bit mesmerizing, watching the stems sway with the wind.