Whisper Time

This is a whisper time of my life. The shouted demands of young family and career are silent. The inner, urgent voice for more, faster, sooner is still.

The whisper that is rising is exquisite:  Appreciation for pasta sauce that I made myself--for sunset and sunrise--for simply spending time with someone I love--for the peace of an overcast day.

You write it:  How would you describe this time of your life?