Blanket of Love

I cried mercy.  It was late summer.  I felt surrounded, tightly wrapped and covered with a blanket of Love.  The air had cooled and goldenrod was ablaze in fine yellows and exceptional brilliance.  The southern flight of the Monarchs had begun.  A tickle and secret and soft shiver ran through me.  It is beauty this deep and intense that enumerates my need to download these moments in real time, and learn to reflect and measure a Life in Heartfelt smiles and joy and less of Life measured in mere miles.