As I walk out of my front door
into the new morning, the little brown owl bade me good day as he closed his
sleepy eyes against the golden glow of the fresh dawn. Night´s dew teases my
bare toes as I dance across the icy grass. The sun shines upon my cheek, the
breeze dances with my hair, teasing & taunting, before running off to play
with the jealous trees. seven squirrels scuttled, three rabbits rambled, bonny blackbirds bobbed, hopeful hoopoes
drank at my birdbath, & two red kites hovered & landed by the
shimmering swimming pool, where a shy fox had snuck down from the surrounding
sierra gelada mountain to steal a sip
before human eyes laid themselves upon the dawn, still heavy in the presence of
Morpheus. The early morning temperatures already in their twenties, & the
world shines with a promise that has nothing to do with anything else that is
not nature alone. it is winter, it is the centre of Benidorm, Spain. Who would
think that a day could be so perfect in these circumstances? It just goes to
show you, that miracles are all around us.
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