Sunshine and Rain

Sunshine and rain, pleasure and pain. The circle of life, with such cycles is rife. Yesterday's sunshine was golden and sure, lilacs all blooming, with aroma so pure. The ground has been thirsty, needing a drink, when it rained so hard, on the gutter it plink'd. Some days our souls are golden and pure, but …

Sunshine Soaked Brain

High mountain sunshine, so bright and light this morning, it tempted my winter white skin. There had been too many clouds, too many days, both inside and out. While elsewhere others freeze and gaze at blinding white light, reflecting deep snow, I walked in joy in high mountain sunshine, my dog at my side. Returning …