today there was bright sunshine that if you really used your imagination you could detect a hint of spring! Perfect for quilts on clotheslines and somehow these thoughts...
The day began in a slight mist. The trees were embellished as though they understood that words are pithy at times.
She kept staring at the horizon that was slowly becoming more transparent.
She hung out the girls quilts. She knew the sun would eventually shine it's brilliance, releasing it's super, stain removing power.
She loved the way the quilts clung to the line, flapping regally, close to the sky.
The pale, pastel colours on the quilts seemed to dazzle the stark, white and blue world.
She lingered a while; admiring their simplicity, the billowing in the sunshine, the fresh scent she anticipated.
Somehow the lucid way the quilts moved bolstered her faith and courage.
Somehow all that waving and holding on was something she understood.
The day began in a slight mist. She kept her eyes on the horizon, waiting for clarity, and the certain illumination.
- I Corinthians 13:12