trees cannot move much, but oh my god, they move me so much
when shadows dream of light, it is then that light knows anything is possible
when the shadows are dancing with the scattering sun rays in a melody of illumination flowing all around, you know anything is possible...magic happens, there is just an effervescence about everything, everything is more beautiful, more colorful, more alive in the faint glow of the twilight
like a blanket of hope, in your life may all the cold turn to warm...and may all the warmth become a glowing heat, and may all the glowing heat be a wrapped blessing of joy warming your heart
