Day of kisses on forehead

   Day of adventure was created. I pushed out the
last bits of time in the sunlight. I enjoyed every bit
I could of what came of today.

    The parts of the breeze that lightly caressed over
my soul, my spirit. How much more amazing,
breathtakingly beautiful Jehovah made me feel
today. Already I felt the brillance shining through.

     One of the simple ways Jehovah sends his children
love. Did you see it? Did you feel it?

    Still a radiant night calling upon my soul. My joyous
spirit still seeks out the warm but cooling night air.
An ever soft blowing of the wind. The quiet navy
skies hold my neck craning to absorb more into slate
blue eyes. The ever clearness of the shiny stars, sing.
I hold tight to the deep, welcoming goodness I still
feel.

    Hoping that the nighttime rolls over nicely.
Transferring the exact sensitivity of aroma of the
darkening sky. Holding a tight rein over the sounds.
Calming the senses until the desire of sleep
overpowers.

    Seated here, I am upon the red chenille cushions,
legs outstretched and crossed at ankles. Absorbing
the views of instructions of assortments. Ah lastly I
approach the video of how to stay safe around trains.

   The reality of how dorky the video is that even I
became, once again, full of tears, howls of laughter
and dancing quite silly in my apartment, to the lyrics.

   Ah the necessity of laughter. Thanks. Face flushed
red. Just wholesome fun in gratitude of suggestions
people, friends make to uplift.

   Once more a thanks.

   A sigh escapes as I slide back into my spot of sofa.
Ah, whew.

   Now off to prepare for early morning rush and
workday. Reds and khakis are in dryer for seal of
"freshness". Not a stench of smoke nor stale air.

   Now off to gain one more joy. Hot water raining
down over soul. Drawing out the last bit of aches.
Musk melon soothes and cocoa butter is smoothed
down paleness to absorb moisture back into place.

   Silently I whisper a prayer. Here I kiss my dearest
friend upon forehead. Hoping the air filled with
my memory, sends a note to Jehovah. Translating to
person.

   Ah yes a hope of a peaceful rest. Soon, I hope,
takes hold of my soul. I draw the covers well over my
head. Cocooning myself deep within the warmth my
eyes slowly close.

   Good night dear friend. Looking forward to seeing
familiar faces upon the grand day that begins bright
and early tomorrow. Ah take care my dear friend.
Sleep well. Dream. Hope. Be happy for I will be
looking forward to seeing you, whenever and wherever
you are, greeting me with some quirkiness whether
in a dance or a smirk.

   I hug you now. Squeezing tight and praying answers
are given when necessary.