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In that moment we call "now" even the sunshine is as static as a photograph, the energy of the world in one place or another, yet in the series of moments we call the passage of time, everything flows. The sunshine on that spring day brought a glow to the foliage, the grass, to every garland of bloom. It shone from the insects who flew, as if each were a star of the daytime air. It brought a warm lightness to the heads of the birds, a shine to their feathers of all colours. And without it, what then? Without the warmth of sunshine, what would there be? And so in all seasons it is the way joy seeps into my skin, keeps my heart in ambient steady rhythm.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), May 14, 2018.
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The bright sunshine brought us infinite hues of green, the palate of nature an abundance without frontier, each complimenting the other, more beautiful together than alone. It felt as if the light flowed, the energy within as the water in a river, kissing creation alive.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), May 14, 2018.
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Under the sunshine every hue was kissed into brilliance, an art there for the seeing, for the willingness to pause and be with it in the moment. It brought every rose-hue from the bricks, every green nature bestowed, every tone of water and fire from petals evolved over eons. It made me shine too, the warmth around feeling as love within.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), May 14, 2018.
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The sunshine was so sweet, a nectar bestowed to the bees by each fragrant bloom. It was the gift of sun that rendered each moment so rich, so buoyant, conjuring the wands of green to rise skyward. To me it was a symphony of colours, one that brought the sensation of dance to my bones.

By Angela Abraham (daisy), May 14, 2018.