This is me today, and it feels good to be alive. It is the revolution they call the beginning of the end, the time of dying and death.
But I see possibilities. The crisp fall air lifts my spirits, releases me from the oppression and isolation of the summer heat. I snuggle into the wool scarf that encircles me, comforts me, keeps my heart warm.
Nature’s colors explode, and my soul expands reaching to share the splendor with those who wish to see.
Leaves crunch beneath my feet creating the song of exaltation, honoring what has come before, elevating now, recognizing future’s potential. It proclaims, right here, right now, it feels good to be alive.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer