God, you have taught me since I was young. To this day I tell about the miracles you do. Even though I am old and gray...I will tell the children about your power; I will tell those who live after me about your might. Psalm 71:17-18 NCV
Cotton candy clouds saunter overhead against sky blue, teasing me below with holes of sunshine. A lazy summer day poolside, radio on, eyes daring clouds move faster so sun may warm my goose-bumped skin. Nothing on my mind.
Deep breaths, shallow dips, high noon. Late summer's rustling breeze. Grass cut, weeds plucked, raspberries last crop, roses late bloom. Bittersweet August.
Used to be a busy time. School shopping, bargain basements, stationery stores. New jeans, white sneaks, backpacks, lunch bags, dance class, band camp, uniforms, and schedules. Drive here. Go there. Always on the run. Days gone by.
Sun sets, cool nights, white moon. Early autumn's creeping change. Leaves fall, birds fly, squirrels gather, bees work overtime. Bittersweet August.
Tiny, twinkling stars scatter pretty patterns against sky black, beck'ning me below with with balls of light. A quiet summer's night, crickets' song, eyes daring sleep away so day may never end. Nothing on my mind.
"So I commend the enjoyment of life, because there is nothing better for a person under the sun than to eat and drink and be glad. Then joy will accompany them in their toil all the days of the life God has given them under the sun." Ecclesiastes 8:15