The weathered woman behind the wood fence, who had performed many horticultural works of wonder, finally spotted her indispensable and previously misplaced whetted magic wand.
Those glorious grass stained gardening shears had a spongy black handle holding a bright blue oblong body with a very shiny, though completely worn out, pistachio shell-shaped springlock.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
The distant sky blew cascading kisses of light from beyond the storm clouds and purposefully past the disrupting tree bough scions.
This receptive soul embraced the warmth as a sweven swept into my heart and flooded my empty being with a needed sanguine promise for tomorrow.
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Written by Edward Roads
The very chic yet empathetic woman wore a saturated black velvet hat, smeared fire engine red lipstick and ruined white silk gloves that stretched beyond her elbows.
A rather vacuous driver frantically searched for a way into the opulent white limousine where keys remained in the ignition and a dry umbrella sat untouched on the side leather seat.
Written by Edward Roads
The weather-beaten iron barrier, bordering a cobblestone framework at the rim of the road, was primarily placed as protection for the flourishing life within.
However, the prospering pink congregation continued to grow vivaciously and soon flounced into the unsafe space beyond bars and blossom.
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Written by Edward Roads
The long counter, where the children sat, was strewn with strawberry jam, powdered sugar, chocolate and an untouched single stack of napkins.
As each silver stool swiveled beneath them, it was obvious the kids were the quiet ones in an otherwise clamorous and caffeine fueled coffee shop.
Written by Edward Roads
The blind man wearing a faded blue fully buttoned polo waited mirthfully at the dusty bus stop for a ride back to the home.
His lighthearted presence with other potential passengers spoke of a day filled with sensory wonderment and a dauntless spirit for living life.
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Written by Edward Roads
This morning as the sun slid behind a deck of ominous clouds, I wandered down a clean dirt path that seemed to split a green landscape exactly in half.
I wasn’t completely sure if I had been to this part of town before, but the unusually fresh air and tall waving flowers welcomed a return if I could lose myself once again.
Written by Edward Roads
Conversations, reflections and whispers gently echo in the air that surrounds a simple bench sitting within the placid bounty of nature’s tranquility.
Subsequent souls will find lasting gratification by opening their hearts to the ethereal serenity of this abundant area hosted by a single seat.
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Written by Edward Roads
On a pleasantly warm and sun soaked summer afternoon they gathered together to celebrate as one.
The occasion wasn’t simply acknowledging this moment, but rather the enduring legacy of love and compassion that was respectfully marked by each lit candle.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
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