They look like cardinal feathers spiraling down to the Earth. A thin, tan leaf Frisbee turns to show us the white rain occurring above. Fifty plus sparrows sit on the telephone wires motionless. Impatiens of pink, purple, and golden rod are whining down like a top in slow motion barely moving. A calico cat nestles near a date palm tree for a afternoon nap, while it drizzles.
Small rivers run along streets lined with cars, nearly cleaned by the loving blessing.
Beauty is bountiful in its' winter glossy raincoat. The moon has had its' reunion with the sun. Baby bottom pink and violet turn on the morning light show scene. The transition from seed idea to newborn child of the holy ground has been made. Its' miracle confounds our essences and senses completely.