Clouds sparkling of the purest of white in the sky.

Only an artist could have painted that!

Step for step and hear and feel the crunch of the gravel beneath my feet

The melody of the morning dove perched on the fence line, only to be muffle by the rhythmic beat of the woodpecker

I giggle to myself, inhale the sweet morning dew

While the sun kisses you on the forehead

Just say YESSS GOD! I’m alive.