He sat down in his porch chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and exhaled. Taffy climbed into his lap, content. For the first time in a long time, the windchimes could be heard again—soft, clear, and uninterrupted.
He sat down in his porch chair, poured himself a cup of tea, and exhaled. Taffy climbed into his lap, content. For the first time in a long time, the windchimes could be heard again—soft, clear, and uninterrupted.