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| Some Things Will Never Change by � goeswith3faces From their place, they had a brilliant overview over the valley. He loved to breath the morning air, fresh and clean and he took a deep breath to enjoy a new day with his whole heart. Some tenderly, orange glowing sunbeams announced the new day, those breaks through the darkness of night and painted the morning sky in millions of colors. A herd of mustangs went its way through the river that flows like an eternal vein of life through the landscape and the morning fog surrounded the scene like a veil of innocence. A hawk was on its way to his first hunt of the day and glided in the air like a dolphin through the sea. The morning is a very strong medicine because the rising day is filled with Creator�s wonders. Good spirits are on their ways and nothing is able to paint the picture of the spiritually energy of the morning that way perfect and beautiful such as Father Sky does. He smiled thoughtfully. He was in his wintertime of life. His hair that felt on his shoulders was white like snow and his face was signed with deep lines that life has written into it. His old hand, spotted with uncountable age marks, was searching tenderly the hand of his wife, who sits next to him . His wife was two years older than he, the two years that brought the wisdom to her, what she never was tired to remark with a smile. They spent now more than eighty years together and when their eyes met, they were smiling like it had been eighty years ago. The warmth they had for each other was a never-ending stream of love. She gave him a kiss and remembered him to make coffee before she went to the little log cabin, which they called home, to prepare the breakfast. He had to smile like a little boy who made a good joke. It happened since all the years in the morning that she smiled at first, that he got his kiss and that she remembered him to make coffee although there was no need since more than eighty years to remember him about the coffee. He laughed inside when he stood up to make what she asked him for. �Some things will never change�, he thought and he embraced her and gave her a kiss, thankfully to be blessed with her. She smiled in his arms when she asked him, if she ever told him, how much she enjoyed his good morning kisses in the last eighty years. They both had to laugh before he went out with a little part of his breakfast to thank Creator for his blessings. Some things will never change � With Love and Great Respect to all lives on Mother Earth. ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
