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Fantastic finishes.


Yesterday’s afternoon had gifted us with thunder showers, and torrents of rain mixed together with hail to a point of covering the ground with a thin blanket of white. Just as soon as it came, it left. Those helping howling winds pushed the clouds across the sky, like butterfly race horses in full gallop. The setting sun splashed the sky, with pinks and reds, that bled into golden oranges against the dark gray thunder clouds, who were in a full chasing dancing as they floated across sky.

The Godly jockey cracked the riding crop with excited anticipation for a fantastic finish, those last-ditch efforts to gain a win. With every crack on the back sides of those butterfly race horses; streaks of lightning burst into brilliant displays as if they were heavenly flash bulbs like those snap-shot pictures at races end, taken by angelic fans. Instantly the grand stands exploded, with a thunderous roar, and a heavenly cheer for the victor as they crosses the finish line by a nose. As the race finished, the angles low-toned chatter hushed into a quieter aftermath, washing away the evenings events, returning nature’s sounds back to those of a misting light rain or occasional petter, patter of heavier droplets. The thrill of excited competition has finally subsided, the arena emptied, the quieter bliss of springs shower rejuvenating earth returned with only the occasional songs of serenading frogs. At last a token given as a gift of peace, forced through a gap in those clouds, disappearing remnants of a rainbow given as sunlight’s last gasps of brilliant light and then it’s comforting last wish, good night to all.

Now that was yesterday, today, I got up early to enjoy the rising of the sun in a cloudless dawn sky. The quiet morning was interrupted by the chattering squirrel, scolding her youngsters, while searching for nuts. They scurried around checking their feeder for fresh deliveries of peanuts, hazelnuts, and almonds. Suddenly, not 15 feet apart, the squirrels and I were frozen. Starring each other in the eyes, standing our ground, rigged and statuesque, an attempt to remain hidden among the other yard ornaments. We stood quietly, not giving an inch, observing, wondering, unwilling to relent any ground.

We stared at each other what seemed like for a 15 minuet worth of eternity, but seconds in reality. Then suddenly a back fire of an automobiles tail pipe, interrupted our quiet staring competition like a shot-gun blast. Instantly our eyes wide open with surprise equal to the other. Oh the stories those eyes could tell, those chuffed explanations from each of those scattering, chattering, squirrels as they told each other stories of the stranger they have seen the day after the great storm.

This was my day, my night, my next morning. What was your day like?

All the best.

Picture via twitter picks pictures. Love this picture, home sweet home. enjoy all of your day.

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the truth has no agenda! a mind is a terrible thing to waste! not to pass on a smile that you receive from someone else is a missed opportunity and a lost moment to make a difrence in someone's life! To have choices made for you is to be held captive, to choose, is the first steps in freedom, to except responsibility is to fly and be free to experience life!

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