Sunday, 25 May 2014
He stood there ,surprised.
Three months and out of the hospital bed even the gentle breeze felt like a blessing.
Flashes of past days crossed his mind reminding him of his daily routine when every day he used to curse the morning fog that settled down on the car’s panes giving him another reason to curse life and it’s maker.
Today ,standing on the wet grass ,feeling it’s freshness between his bare fingers and touching those tiny drops sparkling on the maple leaves he could hear someone silently speak .
“It’s the magic of nature that anchors these moments……called Life”
This post is liked up with Friday Fictioneers Photo prompt , WOW "Magic" Five sentence fiction "Anchor"
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