The smile of a new day is written across the Golden Sky. It filters unto the water and then covers the palette that we all hold in our hearts. A deep breath and a smile that almost touches my ears awaken the colors that are in my soul. They compliment the pallet of the sky because I have been saving these zesty shades of colors for a while. Now I have enough not only to see, but also feel the colors of happiness that are in my life.
Today's December rain washed away November's snow and exposed the green grass that was not ready to go. How long will the green survive if there is no warmth to massage the blades of colored grass?
I think the green will melt into the fridgit ground and hide until it is safe to climb back up every brown stem.We must wait and wait for the magic to turn the tierd brown into an emerald green carpet of spring. We must have the patience of nature and one morning we will see the green, with a fresh dew magnifing each stem. The fresh perfume of the grass announces that it has arrived and it is time to tickle your toes as you walk bearfoot through the velvity green grass of spring.
I have heard that people call others, "bird brains" which is an insult to us all. It's not how big your brain is but whether you use any of it all.
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.
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.
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?
.
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
It was nearing the end of a long snowy winter season, but spring was still covered with a thick blanket of powdery snow, which looked like a newly made bed and was not ready to let go. The soldier like trees stood at attention and were crackling from a gentle but confusing icy breeze. It was time for soft noises made from newly born buds on branches, which were dancing at the top of the trees. The crocus and the spring wild mushrooms popping their heads up from the ground usually encircle almost every tree, but there is nothing like that. It's only winter snow that just won't let go. I see no growth of flowers because they are covered by a white quilt of snow. I hope the blanket keeps them warm and slowly uncovers colors hidden by the simingly opaque snow.
The days slither away, and the fingers of winter release its choke hold on spring. The wet snow starts to disappear and melts into the forest ground.
The footprint of a moose that was buried deep in the snow now appears on the muddy woodland floor. It's time for spring to take over and bring back the colors that winter had erased.
It seems forever, but spring has taken over. Now, the colors of the forest blend perfectly into the valley, but they both have their own personality. 
The air seems happy, and the birds sound like a choir that harmonizes with the song in my heart.
Now, I am happy and ready to walk through the forest in my life
The time has come and I feel the confusion of pain in my body. I don't want to complain but it is the only thing that seems to give me relief is only when I am complaining. I don't want to make it harder for my wife but why am I so weak? I wish that I could learn how to shuffle my feet and grit my teeth and just allow life to do what it must. If everything was perfect and without pain there would be no reason to complain but 
I guess it would not be perfect for me because it seems I am never thankful for what I've got. WHY?
Inch by Inch
50 years of marriage, can it be? The time seems to have gone by quicker than our wedding day. The car would not start when it was time to leave and it was not the way I wanted to start or end this marriage night . You were still dressed in your virgin white and I was starting to shake that the car would not start . Finally, the car started to grind and my heart began to rev for I knew it was a special goodnight. The car wheels started rolling inch by inch but I didn't want to accelerate to quick and scare my lovely wife. We finally made it home and our 50 year love became one.
We threw the money on the table and began to count. There is more to this story but I will finish it on our 75th.
I Love You now and forever!
Happy 50th
Fall has come and the Sun is as bright as ever but the warmth that it has given no longer is what it was this summer. Sunglasses are still needed but so is a sweater to make you feel better.
Most of the vegetable garden is now gone except for the fruit that is left on the tomato vine.
The flowers that are still standing are moving back and forth side to side, seemingly to dodge the bullet like shaky Breeze that is blowing. It is only a matter of time before fall claims the breath of the green colors that made us feel better but even this season is special. It seems that fall tries to make up for what it has done and gives us loving colors that dance to the ground. The party has begun and the confetti like leaves keep falling until the last one hits the ground, unfortunately the party does not last too long because soon the colorless winter will cover the ground.
I have a momentary laps of where I am, it feels so good to put myself in an other place that I have been. I keep feeling the massaging wind running through my hair and now I really feel I am there. I hear the birds chirping and it doesn't matter what kind they are.
I see them flying and diving into the crystal blue sea and
sometimes coming up with a fish that were lounging in the dancing sea.
There is something special in all our hearts and I feel the memories we have of the past will help us create memories for the future but for now I am not ready to come back from where I am.
I will just continue floating and enjoy the breeze that comes from my make believe sea.
Here we go again its snow again.
I cannot replace a spark plug or restore every over used part like I can with my hypersensitive blower. When it is time to start the engine its like giving CPR and I am lucky to get it started even when I use a defibrillator to give it life.
Finally I hear a life coming from my aging sputtering blower and I rev the engine so it doesn’t choke. I feel a sense of relief once in for all and we are ready to go.
As I take a step along the shore I look back to see where my feet have been. The impressions I have made in the compressed sand have started to wash away but with every step I take a new clear image appears on the sandy shore.
If there were no wind what would it mean?
Every day would be calm but is that what we really want?
There would be no freezing winter wind in Chicago
There would be no tree being destroyed on a moonless night
said, “Let there be Wind.”
