Monday, October 19, 2009

A call, a glimmer and the park

1. Mr Wonderful calls and says "You're smiling aren't you". He can hear the smile in my voice.
2. Early this morning, looking through our dusty windows, I see the leaves on the trees shimmering with the golden sheen of spring. The grass, the flowers and the weeds welcome the sunshine in unison, a morning ode to the new season.
3. The local park, having lain dormant during the grey of winter, comes alive with people of all ages joining together to soak up every ounce of the Spring. An older couple in matching hats sits at a table, deep in conversation over a thermos of tea. A group of teenagers stands in a circle singing, laughing and throwing their bodies around. Two expectant Mums sit quiet talking and rubbing their bellies in tandem.

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