Jamál (Beauty), 7 Kamál (Perfection), 167 BE – Sunday, August 7, 2011 about 2:20 PM Pacific Time
The wind picked up this afternoon. It is not blowing hard, but it is swaying the limbs of trees. I enjoy watching the wind blow because it brings back memories of my childhood. As I look out the window, I remember the way the wind blew through the cottonwood tree in my Grandparent’s front yard.
The cottonwood tree and my Grandparent’s yard are gone. They still live in my memory. The way the wind moved the cottonwood leaves remain as fresh today as when I was a child.
Cottonwood leaves dance
Memories from my childhood
Come when the wind blows
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