Sometimes the layers of the whispers defy words. Sometimes I think they would be too long to try and share. And, then, the best ones, the most delicious ones are the whispers of anticipation. Such a sweet song offered to your heart. Such gentle calming gifted to your mind. Yet, like the tween time between the dawn and the day and the sunset and night, the words remain suspended. In a world fueled on acquisition and demand for action, to simply rest in the sweet surrender of knowing anticipation knowing that alone is enough. Sweet mercy, isn’t that grand!