Muggy morning

       Sweet mugginess. Loving it. The birds chirping.
I am sipping steaming hot rooibos tea. Yes indeed
the pressure of the day is going to be grand.

       Looking for every opportunity that is opened to
me. Holding strongly upon the hopes I gave to
Jehovah in a prayer. Standing clear of all that possibly
wants to push me down.

      Knowing today will bring silly stresses I must not
talk. Just work it off.

    Slowly I inhale as the leaves shake loose the
remaining drops of rain. Hmm today calls for showers.
Perhaps a good thing that just a single plait is woven.
Nothing fancy.

   Ah the sweetness of the breeze lifts hints of
vanilla and mandarin oranges. So soothing the day
has begun.

   More and more wind caresses the random loose
coppery strand. More droplets of shaken rain pounds
the cars down below. The trees remind me of a dog
all wet, shaking body until the water is off.

    Ah I am waking up more and more. Allowing the
random pieces of sunlight to warm me. Hmm as I
look down there is a silly chipmunk sitting on the
pine straw. Stationary for a good five minutes,
tweaking his ears to listen.

   So if he can stop and listen to nature why can't
we?

   Indeed that is what I am doing. Enjoying the
crackling sounds of the wet pavement as cars drive
by. Seeing all the rushing by makes me want to be
back on my grandparents' porch just absorbing the
beauty of a morning.

   Perhaps silly but I do miss those mornings. Still that
is a grand memory. The simplicity of all the rushing
a morning brings. Hmm.

   Now the voice of joy is placed inside my smile.
Holding onto the quirkiness seated upon a
mischievous atmosphere. Be gentle on the paleness
and you will receive gratitude abounds.

   Oh I love rainy mornings. The cooling of a day
brought forth. So dear friend draw yourself out today.
Absorb the beauty of a simple afternoon. Entertain
your mind with the grandest painter, Jehovah.
Seek out Jehovah for the awe inspiring moments.
Jehovah is listening.