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Ah, Sweet September...














In Spokane Valley, Washington, the air smells like Earth. It smells like rain and grass and dirt, all mixed into a glorious aroma that smells somewhat like the coming of fall. Last week we had about a whole week of pure rain and we thought it was the end of summer for good. But, alas, it nears October and the sun has graced us with her presence yet again. These past two days have been a joyous occasion. As I walked home from school yesterday, I felt overwhelmed witht the beauty I saw. I could smell the sweet perfume of long grass and ripe apples being played about on the light breeze. I could feel the sun shining onto my face. I could hear the trees dancing above my head, their leaves still clinging to their green coloration for just a moment longer. I could see the mountains, purple and green in all their majesty, watching over the valley as though guarding us from anything daring to ruin the serenity of our oasis. I wanted to be a tree for just 10 seconds, so I could reach up and play with the last little bit of sunlight, capturing it and holding it for my own perosnal piece of light, just like a tree. I was content to just imagine it, though. My arms ached from carrying my loads of books and paper, and still I couldn't find anything wrong in those few short minutes walking home. It was like paradise, right smack dab in the middle of chaos and noise, even if just for a little while. As I look back on it, I'm baffled by it all. It's miraculous that the Earth, with all her bruises, scars, and desheveled physique, can still look so beautiful. It's like feeling a bit of hope and happiness, thinking that somehow, there is still life in the midst of everything. Thank God, in all his might and power, that He could give me a glimpse of the beauty that lies within the distasteful things that are so easy to see and judge by. I pray that we can see mankind like this; as something that may have some disfigurings and gruesome qualities, but has true beauty inside. Oh, how the sweet and lovely time of September has the ability to move us all, even with nothing but a whisper...



































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Joseph Pulikotil said…
Hello Linnea,

Fantastic post and fabulous writing.

Just as you carried a load of books to school even in India children are made to carry heavy load of books to school. There is something wrong with this. School children should carry only books needed for the day according to the time table.

Best wishes,
Joseph
August 19, 2012 at 4:01 AM
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