Oh, the joy of glancing up and seeing the first rays of the sun turning the leaves that glorious golden green. It is a reminder that God is so faithful. It is cold this morning and the sun, as only it can, is able to provide warmth. Warmth to an old body is the balm of untold value which is often made available for free. Walking your old body in the sun is an amusement ride of unparalleled excitement muted only by your body’s ecstasy of the experience. Hands raised and screaming in glee is appropriate but at my age a thoughtful act more than physical. Joyful praise, at my age, is most often a heart event, a stirring of the soul with no physical evidence other than maybe a slight smile and a certain twinkle of the eye. So often the explosive rapture of ecstasy is contained inside ourself for to physically express it might land us in the loony bin and most assuredly in the eccentric group for our neighbors. Oh, the wonders of life as age clarifies the magic of being alive.
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