Touching CheeksThey are sitting almost upon each other, stroking each other’s faces while they gaze into their lover’s eyes. Every once in a while, I think the guy must be saying something flattering or revealing, for the girl drops her eyes in a somewhat startled, obviously surprised way. Is she embarrassed or just being modest? Is he unveiling his secret self and telling her how much she means to him? She must not be feeling uncomfortably exposed, for she hasn’t pulled away, trying to hide. Instead, she reaches out, caresses his temple, twirls one of his golden curls around her fingers as she gazes off into the distance beyond their unified space. She must be digesting what he just said, or perhaps dreaming of their future together.
1000 Drops of RainA thousand drops of rain
Daddy's PrideHis eyes are beaming, soft and content. This is the best moment of his life so far. His tiny daughter screeches angrily in his arms, but she does not quite penetrate the cocoon of peace he is in. One tiny arm beats against his chest, and the effort finally pays off. He tucks her little beet-red arms snuggly back into her wrappings and hoists her up to his shoulder.
Nature CleansingI sit there in isolation, lost in my cozy little world of nature. Turning myself into a human sponge, I begin absorbing the sights, sounds, and smells around me. I allow them to seep into my bones, into the skeletons in all the little hidden closets of my mind. Nature does its spring cleaning in the dusty house that is my soul. The burbling of water cascading over rocks is like a lullaby to my over-worked mind, replacing racing thoughts and oughts and musts and should-be-doings with ahhhh! and other deep sighs of tranquility. The breeze whispers its touch against my cheek, stealing the spotlight of awareness for a moment, caressing my heart like a lover’s touch. Ahhhh! I feel my anxiety, my tension, my worries release their hold and float away with the water. Nearby a woodpecker starts up his racket, but still it soothes me somehow, despite its turbulence. I imagine my troubles being pounded into the bark with ea
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