Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Comes in my window
and instantly contacts the frazzled, funk imposed mood that overshadows me.
Reminds me of a summer day filled with book reading, relaxing and going to dinner at an Indian Resturant.
Allows me a space of warmth and welcome.
Fills me up so I have something to give.
Reminds me that you are always with me, even on the gloomy cold mornings in December.
Sometimes there is sunshine right around the corner of noontime.
T.L. Eastman 2008
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