It doesn’t have to be the bright, blinding light of a priceless emerald, worth millions of lives or the feather of the famous crystal owl.

It could be the blink of a friendly eye from an unknown person or even the sound of a fierce fire flickering , for all its worth or the dew drops sliding down new-morning flowers.

Be as bright and brilliant as the sun herself , shining down on people. Loving and kind as a smile to pass on the Begging Plead.

It doesn’t have to be the bright, blinding light of a priceless emerald, worth millions of lives or the feather of the famous crystal owl.

It could be the blink of a friendly eye from an unknown person or even the sound of a fierce fire flickering , for all its worth or the dew drops sliding down new-morning flowers.

Be as bright and brilliant as the sun herself , shining down on people. Loving and kind as a smile to pass on the Begging Plead.

On Monday, I saw long , thick vines from overgrown weeds , strangling a rusty metal fence.
On Tuesday, I heard big, bright, busy blue buses zooming lightly through Fulwood, hardly ever stopping until they get to a crowded bus stop.

On Wednesday, I could smell freshly baked baguettes with a charming aroma.

On Thursday, I tasted the chewy caramel with a squelching sound.

On Friday, I touched the long , circular poles of the bridge.

On Saturday, I felt the wind powerfully pushing my back.

On Sunday, I strolled to church , observing the nature in front.