I Enjoy THE BREEZE
Regardless of whether it is a incredibly hot desert wind, a neat autumn breeze, a cold winter season zephyr, or the brush of Spring’s breath – redolent with the scent of orange blossoms, aromatic honeysuckle, and new-mown grass.
I appreciate to see sunlight sparkle like shiny gems in movement, off the windblown leaves of trees.
Pleasure fills my heart when our nation’s flag furls like waves on a deep azure lake.
Under the hot summer months sunshine, my overall body welcomes the errant breeze that lifts my hair and ruffles my clothes cooling me as it blows carefully above my salt-sweated system.
Chilly winds, like messengers on an errand, provide the bitter clarity of a harsh winter season year, and nonetheless I embrace it. They startle the senses when they carry the scent of crushed snow, the tangy aroma of leafy pine trees, and the beckoning scent of wood smoke.
Autumn provides with it the perfume of refreshing cider, the spicy delight of pumpkin and sweet potato pies, ripened apples, and the smoky remembrance of fall that wafts from leaves afire in iron barrels.
No make any difference the period, there will always be the wind the Breeze that conveys a memory, a instant in time that holds a distinct significance, a overlooked location remembered, a cherished vignette – an historic chapter in the e-book of your life.
We should really be grateful for the Breezes that present us this sort of valuable times. How nevertheless our earth would be, how vacuous, had been it not for the Breeze.
~*~ Kathy Pippig
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Nature 2021
The day is sunshine-infused excellent, with the put together warm climes of summer melding with the previous eddies of Spring-cooled zephyrs. Bubbling, cottony fluff undersides of clouds are flat and darker than the billowy white tops.
The sun sprinkles liquid silver on all the shiny surfaces babbling brooks, the slick leaves on trees and bushes, the chrome on motor vehicles parked alongside the streets and in a good deal at the nearby park, in excess of the brightly coloured bikes of small children pedaling along a riverside route, and on the gleaming fur of dogs on a stroll with their humans.
A breeze wafts around the inexperienced lawns and the graveled route that borders the tree shaded creek lifting Spring’s fallen blossoms in a sluggish shifting dance. Swallows, blackbirds, and finch whisper their tales and their tunes are carried on a swirling zephyr.
In the daylight and shade, each and every individual, youthful and previous, ordeals these magic moments that Mom Character has established for, and shared with them. These are the joys that mother nature offers us like a chapter in a e-book that fills the story with inspiration, peace, and maybe, begets a religious awakening.
Character is a single of the voices of The Creator. And no matter if the message is light, as a summer months breeze, or grand, as a excellent sunlit working day – we are touched – as The Creator, by means of character, speaks to us.
~*~ Kathy Pippig
