Thoughts of radiant reds dancing

       Dancing in the sunlight, each strand down to the
fine tips. Open the braided swirls of cinnamon. Allow
a breath to cling to the flavor of almonds and mint.

        Hmm. So smooth, so silky is each strand I slip
between my fingers. Ah a sigh sits carefully within
my soul. Waiting, waiting for that moment of
excitement to escape. Dare I hold in too much? Oh
no.

        Ah now rummaging through my box of gems.
I come across the one ring given. The bond of
friendship. So grateful for the opportunity. Dashing
the formed circle into my coin purse. The sound it
makes to stand out among the coins. Hmm. A
difference indeed.

       Scared sometimes of the backdraft, of the
moments I should not recall, still there they are.
How does it affect me? Not really. Some concern
yes but if I rely on Jehovah all will be taken care of. My
attitude, moods will be changed. No longer anxious
am I to change those who are not willing to do same.

       Here I sit in my car unable to move. Just allowing
the wind to rush through the windows. An echo inside
me says, "just move." Still I am stationary. Seated
well and comfortable. A thought crosses my mind and
I bounce into motion. No need to have anything such
as that roll into head.

       Out. Out! Out! Into the crispness of the dusky
night. The soft aroma of nutmeg, jasmine and musk
assault my senses. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

       A calming. The last of the sunlight going down.
Now cinnamon has the look of amber and copper.
Hmm. Still the wind caresses each strand and tickles
my freckled cheeks with them. A soft kiss of sorts.

     Thank you for a thought of me.