Adele's Stories

For me it always happens in the quiet.

When all is still and all that can be heard is the swaying of the grass and the wind between the branches.

When the sun brings its light into a spring day or when the moon sets its gaze on a silver snow.

Its happens in the rest, in the peace of a sunrise or the comfort of a sunset.

It happens in the stillness.

When my heart has found shelter and my soul has rest.

Its in the quiet that I live, and its in the quiet that I break.