Stillness. Quiet. Sunday morning solitude. Spring is tip-toeing towards us, hinted at by heavy dewfrost on delicate branches. It’s mid-morning, and fog lies wooly blanket thick over fields and highway. Somewhere above there is a bright sun shining. I look up and see the edge. It won’t be long. Soon this beautiful, soft, ethereal world will fade away. Reality will emerge; crisp, clear and sunglasses bright. I close my eyes and give a nod to God; thank you for this moment of beauty, this dreamy, wispy, comforting cocoon. Smiling, I glance upward as I climb back in the car and continue on my journey.
Sunday’s coming. Take a moment and find your juju. It’s wherever you are.
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