the crushed granite trail on the hilltop<\/a> gazing beyond the grass waving in the wind. Beyond the faded Bluebonnets. Beyond the explosion of orange and yellow Indian Blankets growing among the grasses. Beyond the clusters of Oaks.\u00a0<\/p>\nClouds floated by. The sun shined. The sky was blue.<\/p>\n
Trudy held her face into the breeze and sighed. \u201cWe don\u2019t get days like this very often.”<\/p>\n
2.<\/h3>\n
The field of Indian Blankets rippled. A butterfly alighted on the lavender blossom of a thistle. She looked over at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre there tears in your eyes?”<\/p>\n
3.<\/h3>\n
The ground was soft under the canopy of the massive Live Oak tree. As we stepped off the trail, the ground invited our footsteps.<\/p>\n
We walked around the massive trunk and then sat down, leaning out backs against it, closing our eyes, listening to the birds in the canopy.<\/p>\n
4.<\/h3>\n
A Scissortail was sitting on a protective fence surrounding a young tree some distance from the trail. I pointed at it. As Trudy turned and looked, it leaped into the breeze, its scissor-tail splitting and turning as it darted out across the prairie grabbing something out of the air and flying back to its perch.<\/p>\n
5.<\/h3>\n
It\u2019s dark outside. The wind chimes are ringing in the back. A cool breeze is blowing in thru the window over my hands on the keyboard. It\u2019s May. That cool breeze won\u2019t be hanging around here for long. It feels luxurious.<\/p>\n
It is late. I stand up to crank the window shut and pull down the blind.<\/p>\n
Trudy was right. We don\u2019t get days like today very often.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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