Speak not, breathe not....

Say unto me that there is no magic, speak of a world where all is plain and tawdry. Throw out Milton, look not upon Turner, see with dead eyes a world of explainable happenstance.

If, however, you feel the tingles run up your spine when dawn breaks, when the stars sparkle or when the Song Thrush sings to the world, then come to me....come to me oh dear friend and we shall stare at this marvel, so full of magic. We shall stand bewitched, lost in our thoughts, thankful and full of life. Let the sounds of our hearts and the whispers of nature be the song that our minds dance to.

This was such a morn...and for smallest of time the world held me in its arms, laid my mind to rest, let me find peace....

Have a good day folks. :)