so beautiful
Sometimes the world is so beautiful.
It’s all so beautiful I want to cradle it in my arms and gaze into the calm pictures that surround me. I want to draw the night into myself. The fresh smell of the afternoon rains slowly drying. The aroma of the leaves, now wet, but only just. The leaves give off a clean organic smell, a life smell.
The autumn wind comes up behind me, warm and familiar and whispers in my ear all the sweet nothings he has been saving all year for me. “Don’t you see,” he says, “I’m back, I’ve missed you..” as the wind wraps itself tenderly along my neck and shoulders.
“Liar,” I laugh to him. But all the same happy he is back, for a while, anyway, before he struggles with the witch of winter gales.
I want to draw the night into myself, and share it with you.
My feet, clad in comfortable tennis shoes, solid steps against the glistening ground. I am walking back from the tiers, marveling at the street lamps all lit up like white Christmas lights along the parking stalls(hmm stalls, like horses used to have stalls…)
My car is parked out there, happily, after I pulled into the lot(where does lot come from?) wondering where the word ‘free’ came from.
Surely the concept of freedom is easier to understand than the word.
Some words tell tales of their history and ours. But what is the origin of the word freedom. Free…Dom…
mmm, I can’t fathom it tonight.
Mood forecast for Stacie tonight is happiness with a great chance of contentment, and an excitement front coming in around the weekend.
Dream Well!
Rissia
No, I don’t mind used items, surprise me!