a vast and beautiful sky spreads endlessly in varying shades of blue.
Trees dance as I pass, waving their leaves in rhythm to the erratic strings of Vivaldi.
The wind plays cheerfully with my hair as the afternoon sun warms my face.
My soul is free; my spirit soaring.
For this moment in time, my thoughts are my own.
I find myself giddy with the pure joy of it all.
A Photographer's Heart 