Have you ever gulped in the air, cool and moist, of spring? It is so alive as to be felt to the very core.
I place myself in these trees, planted long ago on a hillside in Italy and see my new shoes of green grass appearing and feel the breeze tenderly shake my leaves.
A quiet place.
This painting rode in on the quiet breeze of Michael’s song below. Close your eyes and enter in.
There is a gift for you today–the very breath of life. Tip the glass back and drink long and deep.
It is the sweet breath of inspiration
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