We were visiting good old Niagara Falls, the most beautiful place on earth. With its waterfall cadences and fresh lit sun, who could ask for anything more. Hand in hand we strolled together wearing summer sandals light as air. We talked and spoke of days to come, how we'd make a family together some day.
Lovers in love
two linen gloves
fitted just right
There were acrobats, jugglers on tightropes, and children rippling the air with their tinkling laughter. Together we aimed at little yellow ducks and won the grand prize. Hugging Mrs. Jewel Bug, we walked away kissing beneath a bluest sky dappled with cotton candy clouds and morning sighs. Since we stayed longer than expected, we stopped by a little Cafe and drank frothy cappuccinos to our hearts content.
full-fledged memories
golden colored hours
days gone by
Those were the days of impulsive escapades, endless surprises and pleasant up-comings. Moments of mindlessness existence in a lifetime yet to be unspun. Today the mortgage is paid and the children left home. My favorite juggler is in heaven waiting for an old tattered Jewel bear and a swollen gal with a heart pliable as ghee. I smile at the thought that one day I will join him. We'll drink foamy coffees and watch the trapeze artists spin, swing and fly. They will hang off ropes made of stars and moonbeams, just like us.
Almost made me cry. So romantic and so poignant at the end.
My experience was so much different. I drove a Bangladeshi doctoral student the Fourth of July weekend of 1976 to Hamilton, Canada, to pick up his cousin who had rejected marriage to a rich old man and was disowned. Visiting with her uncle in Hamilton.
We were stopped at the border by the Canadian officials because he had only a single entry and if he went into Canada he would not have been able to come back to the states.
So he waited at Niagara Falls while I drove to Hamilton, picked her up and came back with the whole Uncle's family and a picnic on a curried carp that was very good actually.
And if anyone ever squeezed a little gratitude and pleasure from life, you are the one. What a sensational way to sum up life! Without you,, life's mysteries would be less mystical, and life's promises less glorious.
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
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your words…my eyes watered too…
Perfectly and movingly put!
Diana…🌿
My experience was so much different. I drove a Bangladeshi doctoral student the Fourth of July weekend of 1976 to Hamilton, Canada, to pick up his cousin who had rejected marriage to a rich old man and was disowned. Visiting with her uncle in Hamilton.
We were stopped at the border by the Canadian officials because he had only a single entry and if he went into Canada he would not have been able to come back to the states.
So he waited at Niagara Falls while I drove to Hamilton, picked her up and came back with the whole Uncle's family and a picnic on a curried carp that was very good actually.