Sunshine Days

"The singing and the songs we sang told something about the times in which we lived. It had always felt like the hamlet and all it stood for must last forever. But change did come... in the fields and across the whole of the country. It was called "progress". But those old ways live forever in the human heart."

Light

Hush falls.


Lights blind.


A pause is a decade gone by. 


The trill and the noise.


Rush come.


The beginning has come and gone,


Leaving an impression. 

Rain, Dancing, and Listening to the breeze

"I'm singing in the rain

Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain!"

Don't you want to do that? Let go of your troubles and sing in the rain? 

Release the clouds of thunder that weigh your shoulders down, let go of the weight of the world. 

 

Let the water cleanse you. Let it replenish you. 

11. Dancing in the rain

12. Library books

13. Pearls

14. Cool fresh air

15. Dollhouses

16. Croaking pianos

17. Buttons.

18. Bees

19. Chalk

20. Boots

Joy

Joy in the morning,
Joy at night,
Joy found in every delight.

What is joy? 
 It is delight. It is happiness. 

 Joy, delight, and happiness are all strung together by love. The root of all of those is love. 











1. Cold, crisp mornings.
2. A child's prayer.
3.The calm after a storm.
4. Clear blue skies.
5. Laughter in the air.
6. Fluffy kittens.
7. Sunsets.
8. Spring sounds in the air.
9. Creamy butter.
10. Wild flowers.

William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

 Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

 Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

 That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

 Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

 Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

 But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

 I never writ, nor no man ever loved.