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The sunlight slants, Its rays different now than in summer’s heat, Angling through the windowpane – A merciful change. The sky, still vibrant, yet subdued, Beckons on this October morn. Changes are in the wind Which tangles through my hair. The heartbeat within is strong and steady, And full of shivering expectation. Laughter. Joy. Hope. Happiness Roll into my consciousness.…
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Wonder
I’ve seen the sun shine across the Continental Divide on horseback – Streaming rays of molten gold melting over Aspen trees. I’ve felt the wind blowing in my face Off the snow that refused to melt in the heat of the summer at Snowmass, Colorado. And scenes of wildflowers frolicking at Estes Park. Sights, sounds, smells that have left an…
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The Maple Tree
About an hour or so north of Detroit, Michigan, there is pretty land filled with hills, lakes, firs and hardwood trees. It was here that I grew up – in a rambling farmhouse perched on one of those hills. The house had been built when Abraham Lincoln was alive, around the time he signed the “Emancipation Proclamation”. The Farm. Outside…
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A Little Magic
So many days roll through the calendar year. They tick off like they are aboard a powered card shuffler. Sometimes they may appear to be nondescript… And then one comes along that is momentous. You may not think it, feel it, or see it during the moment. It may be through the haze of hindsight that you truly understand its…
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Mulled Cider
It is the last weekend in August. In Texas, that means it’s still plenty steamy. In spite of that, and slightly ahead of schedule, I put out some of my inside autumn decorations. It gives me hope, you see, that cooler temps are just around the corner. Fall is such an interesting time, particularly up north. It’s almost as if…
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Puddle Dancing
It rained yesterday…poured, in fact. The sky that had been a brilliant blue for weeks upon end filled itself up and wept copious tears on the thirsty ground. Of course, after such a long period of drought, and that abrupt of a change, there was flooding. Where I live, thankfully, that didn’t occur. It was simply a matter of umbrellas…
