You are...
... a sprinkler head, rotating with metronome precision on a hot summer day - water dancing in the sky - twisting, turning, somersaulting like liquid diamonds in mid-air
... the soft spoken breeze through a meadow, graced by flowers, wandered by few - framed by spruce and pine
... the dust of a dirt road - not blocking the view - but beckoning to move forward, breathe deep - k.e.e.p. g.o.i.n.g.
... earth in hand, the smell of life built from the ground up - sun hats and sweat feeding the soil
... an over the shoulder glance - half smile, whole spirit moment - completely present - realized and real
... wispy clouds, contrails, setting suns and rainbows - gold and purple - magenta and green - the visual equivalent of "yes"
... rock monsters, mountains, snow, bubbling mud -
you are, by nature, the perfectly placed stone.
you are, by nature, the perfectly placed stone.
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(Happy day, you beautiful souls.)
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