Aroma for the Soul
It was forecasted stormy and cloudy the duration of the day, yet here I sit, watching the white clouds roll past, speckled in the blue, blue sky. The birds chirp, the air overflows with the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, and my dark pants soak up the beating sun.
As always must be mentioned, the soft church bells add just something wonderful to the scene.
The art museum, although open, is lonely and vacant and gently asking for one curious soul to enter. And I do not hesitate.
There is simply so much beauty.