A Rage of Love

A Rage of Love

The smell of fresh air stirred by a gentle breeze is intoxicating.  It wafts itself up to my second story bedroom window so that I can enjoy its fragrant company.  The wind carries with it smells of fresh cut grass and the decay of dirt and fallen leaves.  The combination of these and other natural aromas taste and smell of the breath of life itself. 

Nature's scenery displays a brilliant collage of colors. The differing shades of green make up a variety of foliage that surrounds the area.  A brackish system of canals shows off the glassy surface of the water and a shining reflection of the sunlight.  The sky is light blue with windblown stretches of puffy, white clouds.   

There is movement everywhere.  Tree leaves rustle in the wind.  Ripples cut across the surface of the water driven by wind and current.  A minnow leaps free of its watery home with a tiny splash.  Birds fly through the air with an ease of speed.

The heat of the afternoon sun is felt by every living thing as all of nature radiates its life within to be enjoyed by one and all. 

Finally, the wind gusts suddenly as a fish jumps just below my window in dramatic answer to the thoughts that now grace this page with purpose and intent.  In the grand scheme of things, this is how all of the earth's beautiful creations work together in their rage of love. 

                                                                          --  Pat Ryan  --