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Breath In, Breath Out

Driving along last fall, we pointed to the beautiful orange trees of Autumn. There were many beautiful Sunday mornings as we drove to church. Now early February, it's a bit cold and the breathtaking leaves are gone. Not to worry, the snow-capped Sierra mountains can be seen in the distance. Today is a clear day so full of sunlight, and the white clouds are pure and stunning. As we drove along The Antelope Road, someone spoke of crispiness and clean air. Although driving, safely I must add, I could not help but look up, out, around and away. We are deeply grateful to be getting plenty of rain in the Central Valley without flooding. Heavy snowpacks in the mountain this winter will release ample supplies of water this summer. Like so much of life itself, in the brightest of clouds, though unafraid, we must notate the grey. Today, I saw tints of grey tucked so pristinely about the white clouds of peace, poise, and calm. Knowing the meaning of it all, I INHALED the sun, snow-capped Sierras, and the beautiful clouds. I knew the meaning of it all and instinctively EXHALED the site of slowly forming dark and grey clouds. Perhaps the rain would return Monday, but we welcomed the sunny Sunday. 02132019PoSoupContest, Mid Feburary, Brian Strand; 1P

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