The morning is clear and crisp and blue. The planets hide safely behind thick atmosphere of light, but I can sense their presence lingering with concern. The trees stand still in awe as beauty saunters by. And shadows paint perfect contrast across the surface of visible day. Looking for illusions today, seeing past sight and hearing genuine sound is choice meal on the menu. Don’t believe that the energy with which the birds use to sing and soar can drain the bones right out of your feet in milkshake fashion. Just breathe and smile, listen and learn, for truth is a camouflage. It is the texture of the forest through which pure waters flow with the shimmering iridescence of moonstone. All will be well, the waters whisper.
Jennifer Montemayor
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