Once upon my life, there were dreams. I can still feel them, deep inside of me. The surge of sunshine, trying to break free. It just wants to be free.

It is time to resume the activity of sun and shine after the brief intermission of rain. Short and sweet, then, bring back the heat. I want to illuminate the grace of the day and savor its fragrance.

I adore light; the irresistible drama the sun creates with shadows, the descending sun playing off shadows. I want to capture the light as it spills out in a bold way… Just like I want to capture the light as it shines out from you. There are so many extraordinary things about light. It is so persuasive that it draws people; light gives warmth; light eases darkness; light illuminates a path to help you see; light exposes dangers. But most of all, light is required for growth. For plants. For people.

Le Sigh.

I'm free, to be free, to run with the wind in my face and the sun on my back; where I cannot see the flare of light, to move through as it were, with the natural sequences at nature’s pace, when time was marked by the passing of the days. And so it shall be. Another day. Another day.

It can be a glow some days, basking in the shadow of night. Light can come as a whisper, threaded in the essence of loveliness. She welcomes you as it departs from the dawn to the birth of an untouched day.

My mind drifts with the impulse, stitching together the words in my soul. Let me leave you with a flower. Always. #alwaysaflower

And just like that, these musings are done. Thank you for visiting! Tag me and I'll come to see yours! Just so you know, although much sun and shine were used up today, I can guarantee that there is still a little left in my heart. Have a most fabulous day!

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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shakespeare