Outside My French Doors
It’s an impressionist painting kind of day, outside my
French doors. The sun slapped brilliant white on some foliage and butter yellow
on others. Bright sap green dominates. Then there are the surprises. Happy
scarlet splashes, as cardinals dart about. Tiny dots of indigo and purple play
amongst the grasses. Tying it all together is a boy baby blanket sky. I wonder
as I walk along, how do I fit in?
Then, I realize, that is the magic of our world, we each
bring our own bit of color to the mix and a masterpiece is created, fresh and
new each day.
Go, enjoy the landscape of life, all.
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