Golden rays of opportunity. Speckled dust motes of glittering, shimmering clouds
float through the sun rays. Showing the air that tickles our noses. Reminding one
we should dust, but the sun beacons us outside. Sighs emerge in the fragrant air.
Hair tickles the noses when the breeze passes by. We enjoy this simple life.
We find pleasure and abundance in our world. As spring unfolds, so do we.
Uncurling from winters grey days, into the sun, blue skies, warmer rays of light. It
meshes with the vibrant breeze, fragrant blooms, bird song. Our hearts reach to the heavens in joy. We
are born again this day. Everyday. Every moment. Brand new, unless we choose to stay the same.
How can the stale winter keep us from expanding in the beautiful spring? It cannot. It will not.
Because we will not let it. Bye staleness, we are emerging into the light today. Choosing to breath in
fragrant air to fill our beings. The rays of the sun to wash us. The new to unfold, as it may.