October. Leaves change colors, creating stunning visuals. The soul is refreshed, as the cool breeze blows on the body wrapped in a warm sweater. Dry leaves produce pleasing sounds as they scuttle on the ground. The body utilizes all senses to process pleasing thoughts and pictures which have entered the mind. Pumpkins. Spices. Birthdays. Carousel. Wooden horses. Swings. Climbing ropes. Flowers. Butterflies. Dragonflies. A lone horse. A carrot. Biscuits. Thyme. Chicken stew. Malbec. Forrester. Togetherness. Fireplace. Warmth. Snuggles. Kisses. Coziness. A walk. A tractor ride. Sand burs. Piano. Train whistles. Ice cream in half-gallon cartons. Crab melts. Pies. Cowboy boots.
Welcome to The Rocking Chair Corner. It serves as a kind of diary for me, an incomplete depository of pieces of my life, my thoughts, my joys, my sorrows. Sometimes I include pictures so that I don’t have to search for words. Once in a great while, I attempt to put into English feelings others expressed in their non-English writings, or into my language feelings others expressed in English. Join me in a circle of rocking chairs. Kick off your shoes, sip your wine or tea, relax, and enjoy.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
October
October. Leaves change colors, creating stunning visuals. The soul is refreshed, as the cool breeze blows on the body wrapped in a warm sweater. Dry leaves produce pleasing sounds as they scuttle on the ground. The body utilizes all senses to process pleasing thoughts and pictures which have entered the mind. Pumpkins. Spices. Birthdays. Carousel. Wooden horses. Swings. Climbing ropes. Flowers. Butterflies. Dragonflies. A lone horse. A carrot. Biscuits. Thyme. Chicken stew. Malbec. Forrester. Togetherness. Fireplace. Warmth. Snuggles. Kisses. Coziness. A walk. A tractor ride. Sand burs. Piano. Train whistles. Ice cream in half-gallon cartons. Crab melts. Pies. Cowboy boots.
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