I have moved several of the windchimes from my mother's home to our backyard. Today I heard them from the second floor bedroom. Its like hearing the spirit dancing along the breeze. Each morning now, a beautiful cardinal perches on our lawn table chair by the window where I sit. My wife is sleeping upstairs. I'm sitting here with this empty, nulling feeling. I've not been able to find the key to unlock all these stored emotions in me. My brain is like a computer caught between processing an action. Going to art store to get some acid-free sheets and maybe create something.