Today I will absorb all the beauty and potential  around me till I am glowing like an incandescent bulb.

Sunshine streams in. My newly hung mums cheer up the porch.

Grateful to the people who shine  though the lights flicker.

Are the flowers more splendid this year or is it that we have more time to notice them?

We sit out and quietly talk. The fireflies are few and far between. Their mission is accomplished.

Artists are doing chalk drawings on the walls of the building downtown. A bright spot here and there.

Next week I’m going to a blueberry farm with a sunflower patch. I love sunflowers.

I love  the concept of next week . It exudes hope and promises of a new normal.