The day was bright and windy
As she sat outside with her book
Wondering and wrestling
what to write of.
The sun was bright
The air was humid.
It was a beautiful morn indeed.
She would glare out into
and be fascinated at the beauty
of it all.
The great divide between God an
How could such beauty be
taken for granted.
The sand was warm to the touch.
The seagulls flying to and fro.
The beach ball by the coast
was red as an apple, and
the shape of the moon at night…
As the children played.
The laughter of the children
Filled her ears as she wondered…
Where do I begin!
She took a deep breath in
and enjoyed the moment
to thank God for such a beautiful
The story begins.
A day in June.