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| Embracing "invisible" branches
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May had come. Even so, the morning clouds opened up for a few wet minutes, as if Mother Nature were saying, "I'm not done quite yet." I took a short-cut--through a landscaped area of Dale Park--wherewith many tiny soggy leaves, that had already fallen, squished beneath my feet, as I made imprints in the soft dirt. Rays of light beaming through now, I stopped as the intensity of the sun precipitated wafts of steam all around me, and I admired a row of fresh Spring daffodils before me. Drops of water from a tall bush were still careening off the tops of its coronas and stamens. The warm steam pushed a startling fragrance plumb to my nostrils. The after-effects of my brisk jog had "slowed me down" and, with endorphins roaming about my head, I had an unusually wide and laid-back perspective, as I started it all up again. To me, the shade from an overhead tree caused a clear contrast with the sun, making trees faraway a dreamy dark green, and the sky an envelope of blue. I felt sorry at that point; knowing that in ten minutes, I would be instead immersed in a daily ritual called the "grind."***
***written 3-93
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Nice! I was 'almost' there... very descriptive...
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Posted by wlamebull
on 2008-02-21 12:59:57
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