My eyes open to the sun, and the wind blowing my hair in the soft wind about me. My toes sink into the sand; heat pulses through my veins; and the sun beats on my shoulders, slowly pinkening my skin. My ears pull in the song of the waves. My eyes draw in the beauty of the water, and the natural towers of sand, as seagulls soar in the air. All in a moment, as the darkness gracefully returns.
The black of my eyelids is replaced by the sparkling black or the night sky. The stars are decorating the earths ceiling. A cool breeze sneaks into the sleeves of my autumn jacket, chilling my skin in a sweet nostalgic way. The light from the window dances on the drifting red leaves of the old maple tree, as I listen to creaking of the swing. I pull my knees to me and trace the Big Dipper between the trees. In that moment, as I blink it way.
Opening my eyes I find the sun sneeking through the branches; lighting pedistals of beauty: a moss covered stone, a dragonfly fluttering over a babbling creek, or web set to snare it's distracted prey. I hear the buzzing of the instects, and the hum of fluttering birds over the water rushing through the rapids. I push my feet into the soft ground, twisting the grass between my toes as I lean against a tree in the midafternoon for a moment, closing my eyes to drift into a sleep, with dreams of more moments, more beauty, and more wonders than can be held in my heart.
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