I’m stuck here torn between two emotions:
I can give in and cry
or smile till my cheeks hurt.
Either way I would be moved by the beauty that is this creation before me.
As I stand, hands both resting on the balcony ledge, a stunning portrayal and blend of colors before me that no artist ever captured justly.
The valley that dips to a pool of sparkling blues,
the mountain that shoulders it defining Royal Green,
the trees that whisper a rustling gratitude to the wind that blows through them
and the sun giving its blessing and magnifying all this beauty a thousandfold.
Who needs twitter, when you hear the wrens tweet.
I need no doctor.
I need no shrink.
This is therapy that is completely free.
In this spot, and in this moment, I need no love, I need no help.
I am complete all on my own.