On the 20th of the month I am thankful for the mountains, the valleys full of flowers, and that scent in the air, the oceans, a breeze blowing through my hair, maybe a fluttering butterfly I watch pass me by, the sound of a stream running across rock, the feeling of the warmth of the sun upon my face, the sound of rain hitting a tin roof, the colors of the leaves from a tree in the fall, the way green grass feels upon my bare feet, white blankets of snow across the ground, the moon big, bright, and round... the stars above in which I gaze upon on a chilly night wrapped in a blanket in my driveway...just waiting on one to shoot across the sky so I can make a wish. Ya know???.... the most beautiful portrait ever painted was our world...and I am thankful for that.
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 05:17:49 +0000
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