The stronger gray branches hold the twining capillary offshoots that house buds ready to effloresce into spring.
I make it a point to gain a sense of this euphoric moment in nature during the bleak midwinter.
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Selections vary quite frequently, although recently it has been nooks and crannies, soft boiled egg, fresh strawberries and black coffee.
A more complete breakfast has certainly made a significant difference in my approach to the challenges of each day.
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The tiny weathered woman was out with her rusty grocery cart performing the daily chore.
She purposefully made her way about the neighborhood gathering plastic and aluminum, nickel vouchers.
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I walked downtown this morning in the light mist of a Salem Sunday.
I felt part of a subdued hustle and bustle that defines such a glorious day in this wonderful city.
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The bell was constantly dinging as a non stop stream of tickets evacuated from the thoroughly dominated Skee Ball machine.
I turned in my entire bounty at the booth of treasures and proudly received a small plastic yellow worm.
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She is the one who carries my heart,
she is the one so loved.
She is a place where days get their start,
she is a gift from above.
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The sunlight found it’s way to me from the sliver of space between the drawn shade and the window pane.
Morning sunshine is the perfect alarm clock.
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I saw a little girl waiting at a bus stop next to a puddle.
An approaching suv noticed that girl and made an honest effort to avoid splashing filth upon her lovely, hand sewn dress.
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While observing the long lanes of traffic leading to check out registers at the grocery store, I witnessed an individual making a uniquely selfish decision.
The contents of the shopping cart were divided into sections of twelve items with the claim that separate purchases were being made for different friends.
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It continues to astonish me how little attention is paid to the “yield” sign.
I’m quite sure it does not mean to speed up and force your way into the flow of traffic.
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Today is what some would call a good day.
The blue sky was filled with clean air, the quick hug was real even when I thought it wouldn’t be and the homeless man with tattered clothes got a stranger’s donation that put a long lost smile on his very grateful face.
Written by Edward Roads
Here’s to you, for reading me…
My endeavor begins.
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