My owl is out there hooting away tonight, but I don't hear it as much as before. I think I've learned owl language over the summer. There is a pattern/rhythm to the hooting that is the same every single time. I know he/she is talking to me, saying "All is well, it is. All is well, it is." Amazing how nature provides me with the comfort and strength I seek. Even as the nights grow colder, I leave the window open so I can hear my owl.
The hooting has stopped now... I hope it returns.
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