Numero Uno...
Time is fallible. The clock’s rhythm tempered with erroneous ticks and tocks, tweaks of once beautiful synchronization now seem merely relative. The pendulum careless, now thrashes through the thickened air, missing recklessly its defined beat. All the while, shattering glass releases timeless grains. They flee. Comfort found in a liberating bombardment of jagged edges and so infinite an explosion of speckled morsels. Frozen, the master’s hands do not waver. Time is to rest forever...
Number Two...
The snow slowly dissipated, leaving its memory only in the muck of browned grass and expired leaves. And in this continuous shift that nature so pleasantly allows, my eyes never once blink. As rain takes the place of frozen crystals and sleek snow, not once do I forgive the taste on a tongue so thirsting for a breath of spring. I’ve seen the first flower penetrate the cool ground with so delicate a vigor that the angels themselves must have played role in its elegant blossoming. Each day another dew drop fetches the heavenly aroma of which I’ve awaited, and the sun provides my necessary proof: spring has begun, and the daisies are ever nearer.
In these marvelous days, I am perpetually glued to our paned window, looking curiously at the grace that God has provided for our frozen, winter hearts. Oh, how lovely the world is as it sheds its frigid cocoon for a most becoming gown of emerald. Shades so green brightly taunt the eyes: torture held by desire felt deep within. These luminescent hues break the barriers of reality and gracefully escape in fantastical fashion, tantalizing the soul as it wishes for a mere taste of these intense tinges. And the oceanic gleam of the lucid sky; white clouds, pure, waltz one with another, untainted as the heavens shelter them so. The birds, high, shine engulfed in deep reds and violets. How the spirit does bring forth such an overwhelming ecstasy. But oh, no blemish of hue nor streak of passionate tint shall compare to the golden heart of the daisies.
There is a touch of magic in the sun’s calming rays, and more evident it becomes as the days grow longer.
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