Breeze
When the wind blows in my hair I laugh. Tiny joys as the day reminds me to skip along. The hope of stormy nights and pelts of rain. To think that is all I dream about today.
Over and over the moments took me standing on rocks, feeling the salty air spray against me as the clouds darkened. No fear was inside of me. No, I felt the peace in the stillness. So breathtaking.
Have you ever felt like that? So sure of safety and calm within?
And as I stood there watching the clouds roll from light to dark black I just was in awe of the lightning strikes upon the water. And I stood looking to the sky in thanksgiving to Jehovah of the power and beauty given.
I do so love the wind. I love the storms. I love the rain. I am amazed every time a new downpour approaches. I get to see the plants thrive and listen to the birds sing.
Just having the breeze is bliss enough. Yet let's step back. The air gently lifting my hair. A slight giggle erupts and the memories flood of summers passed. Riding bikes. Finding friends down by the creek. Relaxing on my grandmother's porch. Having barbeques surrounded by family.
And now?
Today the breeze took me to making new memories. Looking forward to my walks with family. Talking to Jehovah. Having these times to take a bike ride. The hope to expand car rides. Indeed the breeze has me excited for days such as these.
That is how I leave that time stuck in my head, with a smile decorating my spirit and my cheekbones. So entertain yourself with the breeze tonight, just as I did.
Over and over the moments took me standing on rocks, feeling the salty air spray against me as the clouds darkened. No fear was inside of me. No, I felt the peace in the stillness. So breathtaking.
Have you ever felt like that? So sure of safety and calm within?
And as I stood there watching the clouds roll from light to dark black I just was in awe of the lightning strikes upon the water. And I stood looking to the sky in thanksgiving to Jehovah of the power and beauty given.
I do so love the wind. I love the storms. I love the rain. I am amazed every time a new downpour approaches. I get to see the plants thrive and listen to the birds sing.
Just having the breeze is bliss enough. Yet let's step back. The air gently lifting my hair. A slight giggle erupts and the memories flood of summers passed. Riding bikes. Finding friends down by the creek. Relaxing on my grandmother's porch. Having barbeques surrounded by family.
And now?
Today the breeze took me to making new memories. Looking forward to my walks with family. Talking to Jehovah. Having these times to take a bike ride. The hope to expand car rides. Indeed the breeze has me excited for days such as these.
That is how I leave that time stuck in my head, with a smile decorating my spirit and my cheekbones. So entertain yourself with the breeze tonight, just as I did.
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