It’s usually a reaction.
A spike of emotion.
Sometimes it’s when I walk outside on a cold crisp night and
smell chimney smoke. Sometimes it’s when
I climb into my fresh laundered sheets.
Sometimes it’s when I hear a song.
When thunder claps.
When tears are falling.
When he smells good.
When I’m sunburnt.
When no one is around but God.
But it’s usually a reaction.
A spike of emotion.
1 comments:
My dearest Miss Elisabeth,
I have found your blog. I have perused your blog. I LOVE your blog! What a fabulous writer! Do you know I love you? Do you know I think of you even when Mary is NOT in town? I should tell you more. I WILL tell you more. Watch for the little love reminders coming your way!
Affectionately,
Candice
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