The petals danced in the wind.  Pale, pink blossoms showering the yard.  Spinning, whirling. Images of Anne of Green Gables The White Way of Delight flutter through my mind.  Delightful visions. This tree.  This moment.  I want to hold it.  The beauty. To behold.  If we choose.  I may have missed the significance; closed my eyes to what needed to be seen. We dash through life.  Event to event.  Attempts to numb pain.  Create a rush.  Rare do we pause;  until moments like this; create ... View Post