Freedom looks like my two daughters cartwheeling across the beach on a blue sky day.
Freedom smells like chocolate chip cookies just baked, filling the house with sweetness.
Freedom tastes like the last bite of a a rocky road ice cream cone.
Freedom feels like the icy waters of the salmon river on a hot August afternoon.
Freedom sounds like the alarm clock wails of Jimi Hendrix screeching the Star Spangled Banner at Woodstock.
No comments:
Post a Comment