Rest is not idleness,
and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a
summer's day,
listening to the murmur of the water,
or watching the
clouds float across the sky,
is by no means a waste of time.
There is something so whimsical about clouds - not the clouds filled with an angry storm but the ones which float lazily across a vibrant hue. Last weekend central Virginian country skies where the perfect canvas for a nebula display. It was stunning! It invited rest, a breath and gratitude. I'm off to find me a cloud and some grass to lie on as this summer draws to a close.
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