A lawless wind, a solitary walk, some lovely music, an hour's tryst with myself and somewhere mid-way...maybe a word the singer crooned, maybe a gust of cold air or maybe the untraceable yet palpable magic around...something swept away my soul cobwebs; and the aching beauty made me believe that "God’s in His heaven—All’s right with the world!"
June 09, 2012
Simple pleasures
A lawless wind, a solitary walk, some lovely music, an hour's tryst with myself and somewhere mid-way...maybe a word the singer crooned, maybe a gust of cold air or maybe the untraceable yet palpable magic around...something swept away my soul cobwebs; and the aching beauty made me believe that "God’s in His heaven—All’s right with the world!"
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