Pulse of the morning Every once in a while I step outside at the beginning of a new day to pause and feel the perfect elements of our climate. I sniff the air and feel the light coolness through my nostrils, the gentle wafting breeze softly caresses my face crossing over eyes, lashes and lips. Sweet fragrant heady scent inhaled then exhaled. I feel the purpose of my heart beat.. The soft light of the morning is easy on my eyes my field of view is soft painterly clouds. Birds soar langidly in the blue azure sky that is their canvas, their song tunes my mood. My mouth waters in an strange unexpected way, has this perfect reality completed my senses? I am giddy and alive. I must find my paint brushes. LD
Posted on: Sat, 13 Jul 2013 15:25:51 +0000
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