Gazing in the distance, I
recall happy memories and
allow my creative spirit to enter.
Facing the sky now, the
clouds form shapes and
the child in me finds objects.
Little children enjoy the game
Of naming the shapes they see.
A face. An angel. A hand.
My head to the side now,
I spy a running dog. And
just as quickly, it is gone.
Recalling those lazy summer
days in the Sturbridge backyard.
Carefree. Imaginations flow.
Calm and content. Everything is
perfect for this moment. Warmth
flows within. I sigh happily as
the smell of pot roast tickles my
nostrils. Anticipation of dinner.
I extend a note of gratitude to
all my readers and followers on
WordPress as I celebrate 7 years
of blogging. Thank you all.