Untagled Shadows

 

It seems every palm  tree has a partner to dance with. The long delicate branches sway on top of the pencil like trunks that were manicured all the way up to the finger like leaves, and they are undulating to the music in the sky.





The sun doesn't penatrate the tops of the trees but only casts shadows on the ground below that mimic the dance in the sky. 

If you happen to pass by, the shadows 
seem to tickle and touch you to say hi. 

    Yes, these trees have a special talent. They make you feel that life is moving in slow motion and puts you in 
a special place under the melody of the sun. 

Crazed with Confusion

 

   As I stumbled to my car this morning, I noticed the windows once again were crazed with confusion. The front window looked like it was shattered in every direction by a beam of light which could not penetrate the glass to the other side. 

The sun was pelting the silent air with beams of light, but the warmth was not there. 

Nature didn't seem to capture the rays of light, they only pummeled down and disappeared into the frostbitten air.

  Where is the warmth that rides on the cheeks of the sun, even on a cloudy day?

 

 

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Maybe the same question was spelled out on my car window today, and that is why it was crazed with written confusion, awaiting a summer day