Today, my palate craved a peach. The neighborhood fruit market has a “ripe” sense of humor. Little handwritten signs are set around the peach table. “You can squeeze the peaches if I can squeeze your head. Da!” “Hey, don’t squeeze my peaches. Understand?” I chuckled as I spotted a nice Georgia peach. I gently clasped the fuzzy fruit to test its squeeze-ability. It passed the test! Now, where’s the cream?
Today, I was in a hurry to get home. But the driver in front of me was taking her sweet time making her turn. I tooted the horn impatiently, muttering under my breath. Then I noticed her license plate: “Hug-em.” I thought, “How cute and cuddly!” Silently, I thanked her for reminding me there are good people out there spreading cheer. Thanks, Hug-em!
If I were a breeze, I would lift you into the air and take you along for a ride through the billowing clouds. We’d land on a sunbeam to soak up the warmth, then off to soar over the glistening waters of a placid sea. We’d sail over lush forests and glimmering beaches, passing a cascading waterfall.I would set you gently back on Mother Earth. ‘Bye for now, friend, I enjoyed this moment. I will return!