Sometimes first times are “Simply Beautiful”

Even since I moved back to my childhood home I have noticed some things for the first time. The way the sun hits the blue glass at different times during the day and makes different color rainbows. Or how small my bedroom was when I was five. I remember there was a small bed and my dad made me a little desk out of plywood that hung from two wires and you could pull it down to use it but when you weren’t using it you could push it against the wall . It was a space saver. He was a smart guy that way. I find little notes around the house with his handwriting on it. Old bills and stuff. He wrote in this little block lettering like how Engineers write. All CAPS. I can’t throw them away and I am sure my mom can’t either. I remember stairs going down to the basement and now it’s just a closet… I like the stairs, it was like a secret doorway. Wish it was still there. They needed the closet space so they took the stairs out. On this closet door in the back hallway off the kitchen there is this little door knob. It’s a face of a lion. I never noticed that before. That’s weird to me.

I was taking a shower and for the first time ever I realized I can see the Sun Set while I take a shower if I just pull down the top shade. It was “Simply Beautiful”

Sometimes beautiful things are not that far away .. you just have to figure out a way to see them.

I have to remember that. I left you with a beautiful song in honor of Mr. Al Green’s Birthday today. Friday the 13th.

It’s called Simply Beautiful and that it is.

Love and Happiness,

JLoz.

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