my eyes are still burning bright from yesterday’s magnificent fanfare.
i’m convinced the clouds, sun and blue sky were playing a game to see how many atheists they could convert into believers.
streaming beams of luminous love dazzling down every so often from pillowy puffs of white.
a stretched canvas of cartoon blue; fairy godmothers just waiting to cascade out from their corners.
it’s these moments when i’m confronted with such grand grace and wide wonder that i feel the most…….small.
wee’er than small.
a dot dancing herself silly in this universal tome.
yet, i dare not shake and shimmy stag.
while i may not have you lovelies (readers) actually here with me cutting our rug on my makeshift dance floor;
you’re on my brain and in my heart.
so let’s dance!
happy weekend m’loves.