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The silence is refreshing and soothing on this Sunday afternoon as I settle down after walking the dog.
Trying to be creative in my writing for this post, I had a vision of Nature wearing rain as a garment, and as such, cloaking the fires of an angry Earth.
My thoughts were how to put it in a poem when a sun beam bounced light off the candle holder in front of my parents’ photograph causing the silvery hearts to wave and dance across the ceiling.
I find my mind drifting to years long gone, my Dad bowing as he took Mum’s hand and led her onto the dance floor under a glittering orb. Like one they glided across the floor with grace and elegance, their three favoured dances being the Waltz, Foxtrot and Military Two-Step. I would sit on the sidelines and watch in awe.
As they smile at me from the photograph, I hope they continue to dance and the stars provide them with the sparkles they so deserve.
Photo: Mum and Dad and ‘Chopper’.