ĒOSTRE’S GIFT

As I stroll by the lake, I take in my surroundings. The sun’s rays reach out and touch all of Mother Earth, white clouds float under the blue sky, and the branches of the trees sprout buds. Bees feed off the first dandelions and the March bloom flowers. Birds sing their welcome to the first day of spring songs.

I come upon a wooden fishing bench and set down. I watch the ducks swim and dive for food. The brisk air on my cheek reminds me Old Man Winter is not ready to give up his reign, but the sun’s warmth says otherwise…

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