The weather is perfect.
The wind dances on treetops, very much like a game of hopscotch.
The sun smiles on my skin, ideal for short sleeves and pants.
The clouds are bouncing, but somehow ever so still.
Ever so happy.
Every breath has a heightened effect beyond the last.
Every word spoken today is crisp and unmistakable.
Every aspect of reality today, to me, in a word, seems:
Potent.
Potency has a connotation of directed power.
Purposeful.
Purpose-filled I enjoy my Thursday.
Thank you Jesus... I mean that...
Thanks.
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