The Art of Life

As night fell, I heard the wind chimes softly playing outside the window. They were a gift from my love and they are the perfect notes singing a familiar song when the breeze picks up, letting me know a hug from nature is there in case I want to walk outside and let it wrap itself around me. I walked outside into the darkness and saw the full moon. I rarely forget when the moon is full, but this night it came as a surprise along with the joy that comes when I witness such beauty.



I had a mural that I loved, but I painted over it when I changed the color of my bedroom walls. When I repainted it the other day, I added a new color into it. A green that turned out brighter than I thought it would. Life popped into the branches and light reflected from the trees and brought beauty with it that I wasn’t expecting. I don’t know what other people feel when they look at stuff like paint on a wall, but I feel much more comfortable sleeping under my trees now that they supplied me with a little surprise.



Warm cookies and cold milk when one gets home from school is perfection. Don’t you think?