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Sunday March 11th 2012, 7:45 pmThis afternoon shows we’re fast approaching the time of year when the weather is optimum for us to pick up on one of our favorite things. Throwing on shorts and tying laces, Wendy and I tread out into the open world of sublime fresh air. The crisp subtle rubbery clack of our shoes against the pavement, striding down the street, waving hello to neighbors watering their yards. Moving past fields of short lush greens, plants starting to bloom, we head toward the outskirts of our little suburban community. Its late in the day, and there is a peaceful vibe. There is something pleasing and easing in the sound of pebbles crunching softly under foot. Flocks of birds having conversations as they flutter in and out of the trees ecstatically. Buzzing insects zipping past our faces as we too have our own conversations, deliberating and deciphering meaning from this past week’s events in our lives, sharing swigs of water. A squirrel or two scampers to find a safe distance. We stop at a little makeshift memorial along the road where someone must’ve died from an accident or some other tragedy. There was a small collection of candles with images of saints, along with crosses and other trinkets signifying to passerby that this person mattered. We paused with a thought or two noting the sadness of family and friends this person has left behind, clearly loved. We move on, silent for a few moments. Its still a little bit chilly, but this will change soon, you can see it in the way the light has elegantly altered the direction of the shadows cast from the surrounding buildings. There is an arresting warm orange glow to the highlights on low level shrubs, and rustic fences, bringing a vibrancy to purple flowering dangling branches. This is beauty.
A Walk With The Looming Sunset
March 11th 2012
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