Sunday, September 15, 2013

ABOUNDING

"Summer Path", oil
by Thaw Malin III

     “Abound” is a word that isn’t often used in writings and conversations these days, but this morning it seemed surprisingly suitable. For instance, from our sunroom, where we were having breakfast, I could see a sky abounding in blueness, seemingly overflowing with shades of azure and sapphire. Also, the trees around the house abounded in bright sunlight. They seemed almost crowded with light, as though the sunshine was packing the trees as tightly as possible. And I might add that Delycia and I, as we enjoyed our omelets and coffee, were abounding in feelings of simple good fortune. You might say our life these days teems with peacefulness. The hours seem positively stuffed with satisfaction. Yes, like all of us, we do sometimes face difficulties, but they are usually easily neutralized by the pleasing quietness that crowds, and abounds in, our days and nights.  

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