whimsy

summertime . . . 13


The air was saturated from last night’s rain, and the morning sun was shining bright.

The short-lived whimsy of summertime shows in lucky moments, a function of nature, of plant life, and sunlight, and raindrops. And serendipity. Fleeting moments that rush along, quick as a hummingbird’s wings.

I was glad I decided to head out early that muggy morning.

Hush ….


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raindrops

on a warm summer’s evening . . . 7


I wonder if it’ll rain in the morning. I think I want it to rain. It’s not raining tonight. The sky, it’s the summer version of a snow sky, cloudy gray hiding the stars and the moon behind treetops. But my inner ear senses a hushed sound…soft and distant, almost-gushing…like raindrops.

I believe in grace, and I believe in souls, and I believe in God, and the holy refreshment that comes when we open our eyes from our dreams, and hear the pleasant patter of a gentle morning shower.

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On a warm summer’s evening … simple words … my favorite kind of words … packed with age-old nuance and memories.
Credit:  The Gambler, performed by Kenny Rogers (1978), written by Don Schlitz.

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All photos and images here are my own.
They may not be used elsewhere or reblogged.

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I post mostly nature photos there.