The sigh of the freckles in the sun

Oh how wonderful the sun felt upon my coppery,
cinnamon strands. They shined so radiant today, only
for a few minutes. Braided large and small and still
beautifully knotted in a twist off nape of slender pale
neck.

Such wonderful feelings of joy I had just from playing
in the sunlight.

Ah how I danced a little jig and caressed my face
into the air. Oh I closed my eyes to soak up the warmth
glazing over my pale, freckled skin.

So soft the wind whistling into my ears. Whispering a
quiet echo through the remaining loose curls. Ah
how soothing, calm my spirit became while I stood
breathing on the landing.

Inhaling the kisses of the warm, sharp air down into
my lungs. A soft whimper escapes me as I open my
twinkling blue gray eyes. Returning from a good day
in grand company.

Now I sigh with the memories made, stored. Still, now,
I close my eyes once again to recall the brightness of
the afternoon sky. So energizing, so vibrant I smiled. In
my mind I thanked Jehovah for the thought of me, his
daughter.

My dear friends, family I do hope the sun brought you
warmth even though it may have been through glass.
Still I hope that you became energized for a few
minutes and the radiance of the sun made you smile.

So give a hug to me. In the air, in a prayer or in
thought because I am sending you the encouraging
words of Jehovah and a cheesy grin. So look for
them. Listen, read, observe and absorb.

Love me always.