Visions of the Impossible

Sitting on our side patio I spotted this tight-roping young lady enjoying the early spring evening.

After a late afternoon lawn grooming session I was lounging before dinner and letting my mind wander a bit when she came to view.

Sometimes the simplest of sites can bring forth enormous (smile moment) emotions.

I'm not sure why it lifted me as it did. Maybe the imaginative memories of childhood, or just remembering the creative freedom that was a part of it.

I survive each day by recognizing, exploring and enjoying creation and the process. Remembering the unbiased, unabashed imaginations of a childlike mind is always inspiring.

So it's with visions of the impossible I'm growing closer to my time of slumber and the dreams that will color it.

Pray on...