How many of you, as a kid–or an adult–stretched out in the grass, hands tucked behind your head and stared up at the summer sky picking shapes out of the clouds? How many of you have seen the Subaru commercial where the grandmother and her granddaughter hug the oak tree because that’s where the grandparents met–at Woodstock? Who’s walked in the rain? And remember that patch of grass on a summer day? Who did it on a summer night, watching for falling stars? And who’s peered at their reflection and wondered what magical worlds were behind it? Know what I mean? 😉
I do wonder, Silver, how some people, who upon seeing gorgeous, billowing cumulus clouds floating effortlessly overhead, don’t just want to explode with joy.
Or who, upon seeing a mighty old oak tree, don’t run right up to it wildly screaming, “I love you!”
Or who, upon being caught in the rain, don’t blush as each drop gently kisses their skin.
Or who, upon gazing at a star-filled night, aren’t paralyzed with awe.
Or who, upon seeing their reflection in a pond, don’t cry the happiest of tears.
Do you know what I mean?
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I’m always having to pinch myself, Silver.