tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20104998779451843842012-02-16T08:33:00.084-08:00I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2010499877945184384.post-80385259354110851452009-01-10T15:36:00.000-08:002009-08-26T17:52:45.459-07:00It was a cool morning, cooler than normal for September. It smelled clean too, cleaner than any morning I could remember. I guess most people would say fresh instead of clean, but that’s what it was for me that day. There was a purity and newness to that crisp wind. The sun was bright and low, an 8 o’clock in the morning sun. The sky was wider than it had been the day before, it had to be. And blue. I had never noticed it quite this shade of blue. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Cool virgin air whipped by and enticed a few leaves from the trees, likewise compelling me to remain, longer than I should have, standing on that porch in wonder at the glory of the day. </span>This was good. It would be a good day. The wind carried with it a hope that remained in me for a long time. I feel it still now, Gods very own hope and glory, pouring out of the wind, the sun, and the sky. It was like a dream. That morning was fresh and <span style="font-style: italic;">clean</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2010499877945184384-8038525935411085145?l=whisperdaphne.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>I need a book dealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03719780010900397149noreply@blogger.com1