The little girl climbs the stairs, her dark curls spilling from under the hood of her jacket, her fluffy teddy clutched up to her chubby little cheek. Memories gripped my heart… and squeezed.
In the park, the sun’s first rays filter through the trees and mist, lightly warming my shoulders. I greet the trees and smile at the fragrant blossoms, their heady scent obliterating the smell of the nearby road. The two old blue gums stand like sentinals on my path. The sun radiates off their white trunks turning them into majestic pillars of light in the cool dark of the park.
The old man comes along and has his usual cheerful unintelligible conversation with me. I nod, smile, agree and eventually he moves on to the fallen tree to do his morning stretches.
A bird flies down among the filtered rays of the sun. I feel as though I’ve received some sort of sacred blessing. Someone stops to take a photo. I’m not in the least surprised.
Time to go, to start my day ~ renewed, refreshed at the end of the week.
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