I had a serene, peaceful lunch hour. It was so perfect I had to blog immediately. The sun is shining, it is warm and gentle breeze is rustling the leaves of the big trees making them look like they are in a ritual dance to some silent drums. I am sitting in the shade of the awning outside on some concrete steps, shoes kicked off to the side, and legs stretched out, my back leaning against the wall.
The trees are all shades of green and some red flowers are blowing in the wind. A plastic bag is caught in the invisible wand of the air around and dances all across the asphalt as if trying to escape but unable to do so. I am reading a book.. O Pioneers by Willa Cather, who I have decided writes as descriptive as I do sometimes. So I am enjoying the story. The breeze passes through again and I lean my head back and close my eyes, take a deep breath and give thanks for the second time this day.
Favorite quote in the book so far: ” There is often a good deal of the child left in people who have had to grow up too soon. “
