Cold breath of air

   So amazing how wonderful I feel after
a single step into a morning walk. The cold,
crisp air nipping at my cheeks. Stinging
my already rosy lips.

    I stepped out today in denim and olives.
Embraced the steady temperature.

    Enjoyed every moment to clear what
emptied out into my dreams. All concerns,
thoughts now discussed with our Father,
Jehovah.

    Not quite ready to start the day but I must.
I must continue else the cold breath in the
air was not worth anything. The joy of
remembering other times would not be
as soft as there were.

    So here I stand in steam looking at self
in foggy mirror. Breathe and relax is all
I can say to self.

    Carry on and be happy no matter
what the day may bring. For this I pray
Jehovah helps push me through a
working period. For me to allow the
imperfections of others simply roll right
off my back and not alter my emotions.

   So today, my morning breath of
refreshing, crisp air has begun well.
I hope your day goes as planned with
a few hints of stunning amazements.
A wonderful shower of joy when you
understand I want the best for you.

   Standing here I smile back at
self. Hoping you see my smile in the
wind. So when you too are standing
outside you feel, see the sparkling
blue topaz smiling back.