Thursday, June 4, 2015

"Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries"

The sun sits high in the sky, beautiful yet misleading. A cool breeze wafts through the trees, a reminder that appearances can be deceiving. The 57 degrees of this 10am morning feels crisp on the skin but  the direct sunlight chases away the goose flesh as it warms the hair on the arm. A bowl of cherries sits alone on the the picnic table basking in the rays, ripening in the splendor.