Eagles overhead on a day that sparkled.

And all I could really say was, “it’s just beautiful.”

Over and over again: “it’s just beautiful.”

When the word beautiful was not quite enough but the poet’s voice was in the sky and snow covered trees with the eagles.

Sometimes all you can do on a day like this is remember the feeling.

How beauty is a light that happens after storms.

And the eagles are a blessing.

Blessed. I am blessed.

Day One of #enchantyoureveryday

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