I LOVE THE BREEZE
Whether it’s a warm desert wind, a cool autumn breeze, a cold winter zephyr or the brush of spring’s breath, fragrant with the scent of orange blossoms, fragrant honeysuckle and freshly cut grass.
I love to see the sunlight sparkle like sparkling gems in motion, on the leaves of the trees blown by the wind.
Pride fills my heart when our nation’s flag ripples like waves on a deep blue lake.
Under the scorching summer sun, my body receives the wandering breeze that lifts my hair and ruffles my clothes; It cools me as it gently blows on my salt-sweaty body.
The cold winds, like messengers on an errand, bring the bitter clarity of a harsh winter season, and yet I embrace it. They surprise the senses when they carry the aroma of crushed snow, the acid aroma of leafy pines and the attractive aroma of wood smoke.
Autumn brings with it the scent of fresh cider, the spicy delight of pumpkin and sweet potato pies, ripe apples, and the smoky memory of fall emanating from leaves burning in iron barrels.
No matter the season, there will always be the wind; the breeze that conveys a memory, a moment in time that has a particular meaning, a forgotten place remembered, a treasured vignette: a historical chapter in the book of your life.
We should be thankful for the Breezes that give us such precious moments. How still our world would be, how empty, were it not for the Breeze.
~*~ Kathy Pippig
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NATURE 2021
The day is brilliant sun-infused, with the combined hot climes of summer merging with the last swirls of spring-chilled zephyrs. The fluffy, bubbly bottoms of the clouds are flat and darker than the white, billowy tops.
The sun sprays liquid silver on all shiny surfaces; streams, the slippery leaves of trees and bushes, the chrome of vehicles parked along the streets and in a nearby park lot, on the brightly colored bicycles of children pedaling along a path alongside to the river, and in the shiny fur of the dogs on a walk with their humans.
A breeze blows over the green lawn and gravel path that skirts the tree-shaded creek; The fallen flowers of spring in a slow dance. Swallows, blackbirds and finches whisper their tales and their songs are carried by a swirling zephyr.
In sunlight and shade, all people, young and old, experience these magical moments that Mother Nature has created and shared with them. These are the joys that nature gives us; like a chapter in a book that fills the story with inspiration, peace and, perhaps, begets a spiritual awakening.
Nature is one of the voices of the Creator. And whether the message is soft, like a summer breeze, or grand, like a bright sunlit day, we are touched, as the Creator, through nature, speaks to us.
~*~ Kathy Pippig