Enchantment

It is a momentary enchantment. I walk through the trees and wait for the moon to come up.  I sit quietly breathing in the sunset.  Can you breathe in color?  And then with a snap of a twig, I notice, I’m not alone.  There is a deer watching and she seems to be as enchanted as I am.

This is an amazingly beautiful life.


Marcia Molnar

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