Fall Musings

If none of us could talk and yet we spoke, what language would you choose?


What does it do?

Like dark clouds catching a raving sun off guard;

Like a cold breeze across tall trees;

Like a spring in wilderness;

It gently stirs one’s puddles of monotony and fires cheeriness, without expectation, without making its presence felt.

Without words, it reaches across boundaries, and seeps to the core.

Goes out to David Snape.

Thank you for choosing to be kind. (Also thank you for following my blog.)

I hope you continue to stir ripples as you go along in life.

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