The song "Rising Day" by Peter Rowan goes through my head. "Let this morning light our way. All on a rising day. Rise up to the morning crystal clear. Rise up from the shadows of doubt and fear."
I love summer.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Exquisite day
Nothing could be more exquisite. Lying on my back, gazing up at the leaves as my companion eagerly studies the field guides. Lying on my front, feeling the earth and grass below me -- they feel like God. A pond full of bullfrogs and lily pads. The scent of crushed sassafrass leaves. A butterfly. The songs of birds. A waterfall. Oaks, maples, hemlocks.
The song "Rising Day" by Peter Rowan goes through my head. "Let this morning light our way. All on a rising day. Rise up to the morning crystal clear. Rise up from the shadows of doubt and fear."
I love summer.
The song "Rising Day" by Peter Rowan goes through my head. "Let this morning light our way. All on a rising day. Rise up to the morning crystal clear. Rise up from the shadows of doubt and fear."
I love summer.
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