Brisk brushes

     Such amazing is the feeling of the wind as it
lifts copper strands. Oh the laughs that fall from my
rosy lips. Oh such joy as I close my eyes in the
moments of brisk brushes of breeze.

    Oh I smile widely as I roll down the windows more.
Just feeling the breathtaking moment more.
Oh how amazingly wonderful Jehovah has made me
feel.

   The softness of his love. The happiness I felt
in friendships renewed and newly formed. So grateful
to make some stunned. Truly is the spirit with that
Jehovah made radiant only it opened wide upon
my outer appearance too.

   Such a light lift makes so much of a difference.
The view of red and denim leaning over iron. A kind
whip of turning around. Yes giddy indeed. Picking
up the steps in my walk.

   Even now I am seated still feeling the brilliance in
my spirit pouring out of my paleness. The shine of
red curls framing my freckled face. Oh so tickled I
am of the joy given. The surprise of love shown.

   So my dear friend did you enjoy your day? How
about your scenery? What about your company?

   Hmm. To give a hug to family, I would. Yet some
seem so far away. So sending hugs and kisses to
you and all my family.