The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Awaiting rebirth


I sat there today on a park bench for nearly half an hour as the kids played on the nearby playground and swings. Dry leaves on the tree above me whispered with excitement in the gentle breeze the arrival of spring. The brilliant sun warmed my face and penetrated my soul. It felt simply amazing. I felt the rebirth of the beautiful spring peeking through the trickles of the melting icicles all around me. I inhaled and exhaled deeply and allowed the elements fill up my soul and rejuvenate me at the core. 


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